The Year's First Sunrise

a quiet morning, frost-covered fields, and small wonders to notice

Today I woke up to such a beautiful sunrise. It was –20 °C (-4 F), and I immediately dressed myself and my 5yo in wool layers and winter coats, and we headed out for a morning walk.

The frost-covered winter stalks stood along the edge of the field, welcoming the first sunrise of the year wrapped in their icy coats. The streets were empty. It felt like we were the only people awake. The snow creaked under our feet. Even the ditch that usually flows fast had frozen completely solid. The world had frozen still.

The frost had formed tiny feather-like crystals. I photographed them with numb fingers. Year after year, the same thing amazes me: how nature can be so beautiful and ever-changing, full of surprises.

Even in the coldest mornings, even under layers of ice and snow, there is always something new to notice. Even still, I sometimes forget, and I don’t feel like going outside. This year, I want to pay more attention to those small wonders. To let the quiet moments shape my days, and find joy in the simple rhythm of the world around me.

My new year won’t include promises or lifestyle changes. It will arrive quietly, the way light does on a frozen morning. One day following another, almost unnoticed. The cycle of the year is far more essential than artificial calendar periods.

I hope this year takes us slowly, gently, and closer to what truly matters — to quiet mornings, to walks in frost-covered fields, to noticing the small wonders that often go unseen.
May it remind us to pause, to breathe, and to appreciate the world as it is. ♡

🌿 GROW WILD IN FOREST SOIL 🌿

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