January’s Last Day

Afternoon walk beneath grey clouds with pockets of blue.  To the west, a murder gathers over the hill, as ravens flock from all directions.  Two deer quietly munch on exposed grasses while an owl makes its presence slightly known; we could not find its hidden branch.

Trails of mud and grass lined with snow patches lead us to the lake with its thin shell of ice.  Leroy could not contain her excitement with so many smells emanating from the leaves, the grass, the dormant nature awakening before its time.

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