cold steam

just yesterday i was writing a letter (while sitting in front of a warm gas stove, looking out at a blizzardy day) about my two favorite types of winter days. those blizzardy ones when you just want to curl up inside with a good book and a warm fire. And those cold yet beautiful blue skied days just after a storm. The sun reflecting on the fresh snow creates a whole new form of nature's perfection.

Today was one of those days. Cold enough for the lake to start steaming, yet stunning enough to warm the heart