Lost in the Moment

Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird squawked from a nearly naked tree that had been stripped by the winds of fall.  You can almost hear the unique flakes touch the earth.  They seem to glisten as they fall onto the cold hard ground, sparkling like diamonds as the moon catches them from the corner of your eye.  It is quiet here, you can actually hear the snow hit as it lands.  Just as you start to get lost in the peace the blackbird announces his presence bringing you back into reality.  His call echo's and then silence nothing but the ping of snow piling around you. You begin to feel the bitter cold nipping at your nose, you had been almost warmed by the beauty you were taking in before your feathered friend snapped you back into the present.  Now the bits of snow and ice are pelting you, forcing you inside where you watch God's beauty from a distance.

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