Frosted and Feathery canvas beauty surrounds as footsteps seem

beauty surrounds as footsteps seem to follow

My feet escape and touch the distant shore that always seems to only wait

I came and waited and watched and dreamed as the showy flowers bowed my arrival

Like Mark's other lamp

Frosted and Feathery canvas beauty surrounds as footsteps seemFrosted and all feathery and nearer to fourteen below, Lake Michigans transcendental waters always invite and so often entice. So spiritual and so very divine, She always tempts and always seems to please. So cold yet so warm, I came early and waited for the first sign of light on this brand new day. Point Betsie revealed another nugget of beauty. A nuzzle and a brush with beauty this grand will forever call me back and will always want me to come