In an ideal almost dreamlike state the lovely, fluffy, crystal pieces sore past my eyes.
The magnificent illusion of perfection as each step results in a stern crunch crunch.
Pleasing not only as a sight but as a calming, chilled breathe floating throughout the senses.
The radiant light waves glimmer across the lake as the refined pieces of ice climb from the branches in spiked glory.
The shapely mounds stand statuesque, riddled with crystals, nature and ground.
The morning is sublime.
The day does now begin.
I am ready.