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
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