Thursday, February 5, 2015

snow moon thoughts

Yesterday in the raw chill of twenty degrees the sun shone gloriously down on the earth. My snowshoes carved out a gigantic circle in the snow as if it were a peace sign. Look here world, it cried out. Change your ways. When the moon rose high above the tree line later in the semi-darkness, there were darker, deeper shadows in the crevices dancing all around the design of what I had left behind.