Yesterday the entire natural world was coated in an icy layered cloth with a backdrop of dense fog. It was picture perfect from every angle, I remarked to myself, while I snow shoed my way down the narrow path along side the deep gully.
distinct tracks of several deer from across the field, and of the fox that is
wintering somewhere in our thicket reminding me that I am not the only one
inhabiting the land.
A crow shrieked sharply breaking the silence of my
afternoon reverie, and I glanced up at the aged oak in acknowledgement, although the noise had frightened me momentarily.
human sound, nor snowmobile roar, interfered with the natural world's daily way of life.