A couple days ago the sun
finally peeked through following our first significant snowstorm of the
season. That girl and I took advantage
of the clearing weather and drove a half-dozen miles to the regulating
reservoir as a way to get out of the house.
Snow changes
everything. The landscape softens and
purifies under the white sameness of snow.
Sharp sound turn blunt. The sky
is a deeper blue and matters more. Birds
of prey rise up without stirring a wing.
The snow remembers in tracks where every rabbit or deer has been.
We drove around the now
frozen body of water, stopping occasionally just so I could fling myself out
there and plant a few tracks of my own in unmarked snow.
Posted today are images
of the earthen dam and the stone riprap on the now quiet shore.
--Mitchell
Hegman
Winter in Montana has its own kind of beauty!
ReplyDeleteIndeed! I do like the snow. The bitter cold is not so fun, though it does not last for long.
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