Gliding across the snow covered fields, I hear the
sleigh bells penetrating through the crisp cold wind. The one horse sleigh gently guided by the chestnut mare.
Miss
Sarah was majestic in her brown fur hat surrounding
her porcelain face with wisps of golden hair peeking
through.
Black velvet cape trimmed in fur emphasized the beauty
of her red tinged cheeks and angelic blue eyes.
She pulled
back on the reins and softly commanded a “Whoa”!
Adjusting the wool blanket and putting her hands in
the fur muff,
she whispered to the mare, “It’s time to rest, so
please try to be very still”.
She wanted
to savor the innocent beauty of silence, the purity of white covered fields and the exhilarating cold. It seemed to cleanse her soul and body - - - bringing a hidden pleasure of the simple beauty that surrounded her.
