Frosted panes.

Snow flakes pleasantly dropped from the sky covering the ground below. The air was filled with a crisp delight. The warmth of each day was being buried in knit.

It was refreshingly amusing to see the creatures outdoors, playing in white fluff. Each morning began with frosted panes of glass. Cozy inside a cabin in the woods, she would watch the world waken to briskness at sunrise.

The fox would wonder through the rambling pine trees. The deer would gracefully stroll across the fields.

As the sun crested each morning, she would walk outside holding a mug of piping hot coffee. She would write of the delicious sky, majestic mountains and royal surroundings. Each day brought a new appreciation for her serenity.

She knew that each day was hers to enjoy, among the splendor of God’s creatures and spectacular work.