Wednesday, December 27th, 2017
Hiked high up to the secret pond behind the barn today with my son Winston. I felt privileged to share the view with him. The silence surrounding us up there felt storybook, like looking into the tiny keyhole of an Easter egg to a created, hushed world. The circle of water was almost frozen and dusted with snow. Shadows from the surrounding trees cast their black vertical bands everywhere yet left the snow untouched. I looked down at the footprints we had made and felt a rush of regret. On the footbridge a creature had recently scurried ahead of us, reminding me nothing is ever ours alone. I took a picture and added our shadows momentarily to the landscape and then we went home.