After a few snow storms, the sun is starting to warm up and melt the white covering. In the past, the mud has been my least favorite part. But, this year, I was had one of those moments. We've all had them, but it caught me off guard. A reflection. The moment you pause to see beauty in a simple mud puddle. - someday remember
The tree's leafless winter branches floating on the rose gold. God's masterful painting there for me to see. The timing of the sun's light - just perfect.
A painting that would slowly disappear as the water recedes. A photo captured. The vision etched forever in my heart.
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