The woods were intensely silent. As I tromped through the knee-deep snow it crept down into my boots and stuck to my pant legs stiffening and freezing them. I was reminded of my childhood in Vermont where I would spend hours outside playing with my dog. Returning inside I clawed clumps of snow out of the cuffs of my pants and watched them melt on the basement floor. If the weather forecast is true the snow outside will soon be melting as well and its magical transformation on our landscape will begin to fade.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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