Lake Michigan’s water has cooled from it’s summer temperatures over the past few months. When our unusual-for-January “warm” weather disappeared faster than a genie’s puff of smoke this past week, the water turned to ice. Overnight.
Not thick ice, but thick enough the first day that the surface appeared as if wrapped in heavy duty saran wrap. That night we were treated to the sight of an almost full moon shining down on the ice and throwing back the light. A sight I knew my camera could never capture but my memory did. Incredible.
Two mornings later, I woke to a winter snow globe effect. Fluffy white snowflakes gently falling. With no wind (also usual for us so close to the lake), the snow covered the ice that had been building on the lake.
I could then see that the ice-wrapped lake extended as far as I could see to the eastern horizon. The day stayed dreary. The gloom lifted only by those gently falling flakes and the continually changing waterscape of my much-loved lake. I could see varying sizes of breaks within the ice where small streams of water must be draining off the land.
Between the snow sprinkles, the ice and the difference is water color depending on the depth—all this reminded me of a very expensive piece of exquisite moiré perhaps, its ombre hues shifting and weaving into each other.
This past week has had many challenges for my family, my friends, me. However, seeing this gift from mother nature lifted my spirits and keeps me hopeful. That is a gift also for if I’m at peace I can extend better help and consolation to those around me who need it. I can deal more effectively with life around me.
Take time this week to open up to the simple beauty that shows up in your world. And if you’ve had a “beautiful moment” you want to share, please do.