Just as the sun came up, the snow stopped, and the wind moved on. It was so bitterly cold, though, the only hope of staying warm was to just keep moving - quickly. I wanted to check the fence line for any trees that might have come down in the storm, and I was indeed making great time. When I crossed the stream, though, a series of tracks caught my eye. Pleased to see that I wasn’t the only one out doing chores in the freezing cold, I paused for a while to look at the storyboard recorded in the snow.
I skied the RT 44 reservoir a few days ago and was shocked at the number of mouse trails...endless markings in all directions. Your lovely description reminds me of Annie Dillard's "Seeing" essay!
I skied the RT 44 reservoir a few days ago and was shocked at the number of mouse trails...endless markings in all directions. Your lovely description reminds me of Annie Dillard's "Seeing" essay!
What a lovely place to read. A path with the best kind of intersection. Thank you for sharing.