Cold, crisp, clear blue sky. December. Absolutely still. Lake mist swirls above the surface of the glassy water rising in billows of pure white brushed with soft yellow and peachy-pink. Breath of the dragon floats above Lake Champlain. Then falls back to earth as glittering, dancing lake snow. Take- my- breath- away beautiful even after almost 40 years of witnessing. I am blessed to live here, by this lake, surrounded by this beauty.