I stood at the Gulley Bridge, looking in awe at how the snow formed on top of it. It was so exquisite, with its soft ribbon turns that I didn’t want to destroy it by walking over it.
So instead I watched and listened to the water gurgle under the thin layer of ice building on the edges of the stream taking notice of the crystalized frost that looked like preserved snowflakes decorating the lacy ice.
When I headed back to the farm I was conscious of creating an even path with my snowshoes for the next time I came back. Then maybe Fate and Zinnia could come with me, making it easy for them too, to get through the snow by walking in my tracks.
