Yesterday, I immersed myself in the udder silence of the snow covered forest and muskegs. No sounds. No movement. Occasionally there would be the tracks of a vole or the ermine hunting them. Midday, a raven ghosted me. His wing beats announcing his presence. The forest and landscape cloaked in white. Lake ice melted in patterns reminiscent of electrical currents dancing across its surface. I feel reconnected to the land, I love this place.
