Standing at my patio door, I note the waters stillness, how the bitter cold has frozen the lake in our cove. At our neighbors shallow beach, the ice is a thick white pane but over here, the deep water is as clear and fragile as glass.
I wouldn’t think of testing it. The imagined fear of a threatening crackle beneath my feet is enough to keep me perched on the cozy side of my window…yet a daring couple, glides easily upon it’s surface…. lovers perhaps or mother and child, content to spend the morning on the lake outside my door.
A hour later, they go their separate ways, the elder, years mature with majestic white head flies off into the blue. The younger flies up into the branches of tree at the corner of my patio, just outside my window, a rare spectacal of beauty and grace. Bald Eagles.
In awe of Gods canvas.