“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread,
places to play in and pray in,
where nature may heal and
give strength to body and soul.”
A day of snowfall without wind is followed by a some blistery winds. Yesterday the lake ice was covered with a cushion of soft snow, even, untouched. Today the wind starts to form ripples, not unlike waves.
Standing in the middle of the lake, fantastic.
I cannot stay long and play or pray, as John Muir suggests, but I take a picture with me and return to my warm shelter.