There is nothing exotic in this scene. It is the commonplace, endlessly repeated across northern lands.
To witness this beauty requires no journeying from where we are to foreign and romantic climes.
Indeed for many, all that is required is to gaze down upon our own participative environment.
To see the low winter sun reflected in a million pure frosted crystals, to notice the play of that light as it strews countless diamonds over lawn and copse.
Feeling the cold and cutting wind on cheek and hand links that view to the body and we deepen into it.
Indeed it ceases to be a view, that passive and external participation.
Rather, we become one with nature, an inextricably linked part of it, as we allow it to enter our own beingness.
It is to evoke awe from no more than a fallen leaf and frozen water and to see the masterpiece in her full glorious reveal.
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