Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Spotlight - Field of Diamonds

They attached themselves to the blades of dried grass. Everywhere I looked they sparkled with brilliance.   Winter had done a number on the berries but it left something else behind, something beautiful. All around was dead grass, barren trees, winter's remains but on closer inspection, each weathered blade bore an incredible beauty, a beauty that wasn't there before. Winter left behind a field of diamonds.

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