Hidden Beauty

It was quiet, upon quiet.  I ran softly, softly, carefully measuring the undulations of the landscape with a  sometimes faltering stride.  The cold was curling itself round my fingers and scouring the ball of each foot to a numbness.  I stopped measuring, my breath steadied and behold, a carpet of snowdrops.  Thousands upon thousands stretching into the dark depths of the quiescent wood.

Hidden Snowdrops, Cari-Jane Hakes, February 2013
A beautiful thing, carrying on being beautiful in secret, just for the sake of it.  Mostly unwatched, untended, untutored, unstructured.

A reminder of sorts of how to 'be'.  Being beautiful, gracious, kind and patient - even when no one is looking!  It's a tall order, but I'll give it a try.