The two hour trip north to our lake cottage can be tedious at times, a chore that has to be done in order to enjoy the relaxation promised. Somewhere along the way, I'm not quite sure where exactly, is the amorphous border that is crossed between two realities. The city with its hectic, hurry-up vibe is left behind and replaced by the quiet, clear-aired aura of the country. Nothing exemplifies the difference between the two realities as the clarity and vibrancy of the evening sunsets that Nature splashes across the country horizon. The clarity of the landscape and vivid color we see as we stare west over the lake is an impossibility in the city's westward view cluttered with rooftops and wires and reflected light.
So our Christmas day trip to the cottage this winter evening was worth the effort simply for the reward of this Christmas day sunset. What started off as a lightly colored promise evolved into an intensly colored gift. We watched, awestruck, for nearly 30 minutes as Nature created a masterwork right before our eyes. The color may have faded with the lowering sun, but the memory of that sunset still lingers undiminished. I hope this picture gives some indication of the wondrous beauty that we experienced. Merry Christmas indeed.