A hushed morning, with winter slowly maturing, melting into buttery sunshine. The storm brewing for two days now, though seemingly feeble, has receded. Cool breeze doesn’t prickle face and limbs any longer. Wispy sheets of silver snow neatly settled on the surface of the lake thaws. Woods alongside the lake, crawling with butterflies and birds make it a stunning spectacle to sour eyes. The valley rises from the brumal slumber and the mellifluous crooning of nature lulls me to sleep.

Written in response to Sue Vincent’s ‘write photo’ challenge.

Published by Smita Ray

A homemaker, a soulmate, a life brought on earth catching the rhythm passing by me. A tinge of joy that colours my world lays its feet on the land where revelers are awaiting me to get into the groove.

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