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Making Compromises Isn’t The Same As Failing
Aaron and I spent the weekend at his family’s cottage, hanging out together and relaxing.
The cottage is beautiful anytime of year, but with the snow here now, it takes on a whole new level of beauty. There’s a soft blanket covering the ground, and a deep silence that permeates the whole area. It’s like there’s nobody else up here, for miles around.
And that may well be the case. This area is mainly cottage country. Most people don’t live up here, but instead come up every weekend all summer to enjoy life by the lake.
We went for a walk in the snow yesterday, the bright white blanket sparkling away in the sun. It was so peaceful and calm, our boots crunching below us the only sound. We passed animal tracks of all shapes and sizes in every direction we looked. The place may seem lifeless, but the abundance of footprints proved otherwise.
When we got back to the cottage, we walked down the many steps to the dock to get a better look at the water. From up in the trees, we couldn’t tell if the lake was closing up yet or not. A thin layer of ice had already begun forming, reaching all the way across the channel to the cottages on the other side.
The beauty of it all really struck me. Sometimes you forget how perfect nature is on its own. It just does what it does at its…
