Colors dance across frosty ground
Golden sunlight reaching far corners
Dusty shadows filling unnseen crevises
Painting the land with magic and wonder
Beauty danced before us teasingly
"Have you seen an enchantress such as I before?"
It sang out crisply
"And will you view me yet again?"
These, the questions of day and night
Every moment the earth would turn
The sunlight changes yet again
Every angle producing a new sight to behold
One would not expect
Such a simple thing
As the science of light, color, and reflection
To fill an afternoon for three
And yet
Bonded by the tranquility
The infinite photographable possibilities,
And the ever-changing joy, were we