At the Lake
Today, I walked down to the lake, a minute or two away from my caravan, as I usually do, either in the fresh crisp morning air, or in the smooth evenings, when the diamond lights of Montreux grow across the bay, as dusk falls. But today was special. Today was beautiful. I felt energised, excited even, to be out, with big, gentle snowflakes adding layers upon layer to deep snow— and all in one morning! How exciting change can be!
By the lake I stood quite alone, content, in awe almost. And I looked down, noticed I was wearing slippers, in my eagerness to go outside and experience the winter. So I stood with frozen feet, but not willing to move from my position on the front row of my reverie.
in the snow
one set of footprints