Clarity

Yesterday was cool, gray and rainy.  The evening was accompanied by the drumming of raindrops on the roof.

This morning though, was bright and clear.  There's nothing like the clarity of a cold winter day.  Everything in the landscape seems closer, more distinct.  The winter sun angles down through the leafless trees, making patterns of light and shadow.

A late falling leaf drifts down through the cold, heavy air.  A gray squirrel, light tickling its thick coat, scurries through piles of leaves.  The water in the creek, also clear, glistens in the light and runs dark through the shadows.

Everything seems to be simpler - more of what it is.  The pure transparency of the atmosphere lets light reflect undistorted forms into my eyes, raising vibrant images in my mind.