walk a couple of times now, usually after school, before i leave for home. there is also a field out here and what looks like a one-track lane, heading out over the field. (it’s covered in snow right now so it’s hard to tell for sure.) there are usually cross-country ski tracks along it, as well.
i like the fifteen minutes of “woods time” that this little walk gives me. i hear birds in the trees, a crow that sits on the water tower or on the electrical towers, and the silence of snowy woods, a dense and delicious silence.
day before yesterday, i looked across the field and happened to notice 