The quiet is infused with a gentle sprinkle of falling snow, a puff of wind creating a cloud of white, a trickle of water gliding along a rocky stream. Stop to settle your breath and a chickadee will find you to offer a cheerful greeting.
The beeches shimmer, their dead leaves coming to life amid the whites and grays of winter. The evergreens take the stage amid the naked branches of their cousins… the stars of fall. Moss shimmers a bright green along the rocks and stream banks.
Mocking the thermometer, your body adjusts, your glasses fog, and the layers are peeled as your movement energizes your body. The air, dry and crisp on sunny days or enhanced with a spritz of snow equally invigorating. Good friends spread another form of warmth and coax you on.
No trail or grooming required, a country road, an open field…
or travel the woodland, sprinkled with stone walls, marking the boundaries of generations past.
Wander without a mission, over streams and along the tracks of animals that make this woodland their home.
Follow your footsteps home, never lost.
And dream of another day.