tree-hug on february 23

The woods were transformed again by yesterday's snowfall.  Because we are nearing the end of winter I found myself stepping into the snow with greater attention.

The gray-birch bark wore its many whimsical snow-pufflets proudly.

A long-haired bark-maiden appeared.

While a crowned snow-snail made his way slowly across a field of lichen-green.

Nearby a winter-archway showed promise for spring-dawning light.  Message:  Take your time.  Joy is present in every moment.  Ever evolving in infinite nows.  Peace