The loop around my forest is complete now, though I’m not sure how long it’ll live in this form. Maybe as long as the snow, or the absence of mud, or the presence of shoes. 

I walk over the place we found the blood, and I can’t see it anymore; it’s been snowing for a week. The dogs felt its presence longer than I did, but that’s gone now, too.

I was thinking today that this is the most beautiful winter I can remember. I went to sleep expecting rain to flatten the snow and slick the world, and I woke to this.


Is this the most beautiful winter of my life, or just my first winter here?

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