The Ice Palace

I really enjoy my Sunday mornings. It’s nice on a chilly day to go downstairs and turn the kettle on for a cup of tea.

Today I sat there on my sofa this morning looking out my front window at the tree that I have looked at all the time I lived here. However, today I saw something different. It was almost living art. I watched the yellow and orange hued leaved as the danced to the ground, and wondered if enough people ever stopped and just looked and listened to what was around them? No TV. No Radio. No Cell phone. No Computer. Just being still. I think I would have sat their all day but was interrupted by the whistle of the tea kettle.

Take some time, find a quiet moment. It’s really worth it.