Adventures Out There: Contrasts of season

The ground behind me absorbs my wet boot prints, their outlines ghosting as the snow melts into the soil leaving marks like faded tattoos.

The woods are eerily silent this morning, as if the thin layer of new snow was a blanket muffling sound. On the marsh, the only sign of life is a pair of mallards drifting among the softly falling white snow flakes.

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