The beauty of it all

POSTED BY Kirgy January 22nd, 2012 : 0 COMMENTS

Every morning when I open my bedroom door and look out of the window I see a breath taking view. Sat high up on top of a hill facing west, surrounded by mountains, I get to see the rays of the sun shine down the peaks of those snowy rocks. You can literally see the light trickling down the valleys and cracks of the cliffs and rocks; shadows dancing as the sun stretches across the sky.

Back on the ground below, on my walk to work in the minus twenty degrees, the six or so inches of snow crunches beneath my boots. The sun glimmers across the ground and sparkles all around me like glitter. People are brushing off the powdered snow from their cars. Its as fine as grains of flour, all gently placed on top of one another. The driver pulls away in their car; a cloud of snow-smoke billows around them as they disappear down the road.

On a drive down Silverstar mountain at sunset it had been snowing heavily. As we descended the mile back to ground level, the sun shone a brilliant bright red across the snow clouds hovering above the Okanagan lakes. The red light illuminated the snow covered roads, fields and trees, which morphed into a bewildering crimson; something I’ve never seen before.

As we drove past the first lake, it was frozen solid. Men sometimes come and crack holes in the ice to fish. At other places kids go out onto the lake to skate. As we drove on south I could see the marbled tourist attraction of the lakes; watery patches of emerald green and royal blue as large as football pitches floating next to each other silently whispering their beauty.

Black bears and grizzly bears sleep through the winter cold, but in the summer they roam the forests and are sometimes spotted venturing in the orchards stealing apples and cherries. Coyotes and wolves still roam the forests at night. People walking through the outskirts of the city often bring back stories of their scarce glance at these wild beasts.

Even when I walked the along the busy lakeside, you can see people wrapped up warm in the cold and windy weather. Not escaping the environment like back home, but enjoying, savouring it. A little further down kids are ice skating on a public ice ring. Some are sat on benches looking out over the lake and floating bridge with their lunch. A couple are maintaining boats on the harbour.

As the sun sets, it glows behind the mountains to the west outside my window here. The white tops of their rocky faces reflect the light like torches shining into the twilight sky. This truly is a beautiful place.

  The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.

(Psalm 19:1-6, NIV)

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