Monday, January 04, 2010
Serenity in the Woods
That's how my footfalls sound in the snow. A combination of crunch and squeak. When the temperature reads -7 degrees, snow squeaks and crunches.
I stop and listen.
There is a small whisper of a rattle above me in an old hickory tree. The brown leaves vibrate in the 'light' breeze. I turn my head. This winter breeze makes my eyes water.
It is cold.
A leaf falls and skitters over the snow until it is stuck in a gooseberry bush. It shudders as if alive.
Morris follows in my footsteps. When I stop he puts his front paws on my coveralls. I pick him up. I can't tell if he is shaking from the cold or he is sensing something.
I look up and around scanning the woods above us. I can't see anything. Perhaps he is just cold and I shouldn't have brought him along.
I decide to cut the hike short.
Besides, hiking in knee deep snow with a jack russell on your hip [who likes to try to climb to your shoulder to observe] is tough.
The woods are quiet. Except for the sigh of the winter breeze there are few noises.
Far off in the distance I hear some crows.
Morris sees the mule trail and scrambles out of my arms and runs towards the house.
My goal today is the creek bottom. Morris may stay home.