winter snow makes apparent the places where my path crosses with the footprints of others and allows me to contemplate our parallel existence. to follow the well-tramped snow or to carve though unsullied places in search of an adventure. to stumble along a path of unfamiliar footprints in search of a new friend. to see where the doe strode and wonder what she’s doing now.
School is here. Winter Term is starting. My professors are requesting that we “jump into the deep end” as they eagerly attempt to fill our brains with words and knowledge. I am enjoying my walks to and from Farm House — the crunch of the snow, the awakening chill, and the blankets of blankness that cover the soil are a perfect place to think. To think about something or about nothing at all. They are a break from treading in “the deep end” in my classes and from my lists of to-do’s that are accumulating faster than the snow. This warm house, my spicy friends, hearty veggie food, and these cold winter walks are all crucial for my survival this winter – for keeping my head afloat.