After feeding the animals this morning, I walked past the apple tree, down the incline to the marsh. It was flooded from yesterday’s thaw. Now snow hurried to the ground making everything look as if I were seeing it through a veil.
It was cold, gray, and peaceful.
I looked beyond the marsh, over the alders, and into the woods. The tall trees blended together like smoke, indistinguishable from one another. And as I watched the snow fall the woods began to change.
I began to see individual trees.
I wondered if it was because the snow was sticking to the north side of the trees, giving them contrast and definition. Or maybe the light was changing, the sun a little brighter behind the thick layer of cloud. It could have been that the snow was letting up, as gradual as the minute hand on a clock.
Or perhaps it was that the more I looked, the more I could see.
I don’t know which of these it was that allowed me to see more clearly. But it makes me want to do it again tomorrow and see what I can see.