Winter Muses
Seeming to totter on the edge of an abyss, the solitary cabin hangs on the edge of the overlook as the cold winter fog rolls in over the mountains and up the valley floor. The distant peaks suddenly appear as floating islands in the misty distance, with their craggy ridges poking up through the clouds and the rain that soak the valley.
Suddenly, even the cabin below disappeared from my sight as the mist rolled in. The mountain peaks struggled to keep their heads above the encroaching storm, but slowly gave in to the freezing rain and sleet that came with the white mist.
As the storm rolled on through, suddenly a ray of sunshine broke through and the valley could once again be seen through the thinning clouds as the mist rose and nestled around the peaks and mountains tops.
Even though no white feathery snow flakes were left behind, the earth was once again refreshed with nature's milk and the aquifers replenished for the coming year.
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