Frigid Arboreal Archway
The forested path to the pond lay in utter stillness, not a sound but for the soft, muffled crunch of boot in snow when walking, and an occasional crackle of ice when a gentle breeze swayed the tips of tree limbs. Few dared to venture out into this realm of both bitter chill and wondrous serenity. Though over a day had passed since the snow fell, mine would become the first footprints in the snow field.
Norman OK (31 Jan 10) Looking NNE
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