It’s bright and glittery and magical. Birds are all puffed out against the cold. Rabbits are hopping around making trails everywhere. Our bulls were all dressed for Christmas. The world is just alive in ways that draw the eye.
I wonder why one rabbit path is so popular that it looks as if it is maintained by some rabbit road grater, and others are just some lone bunny off to seek their fortune or visit family somewhere down the road. The morning after a snow, the hidden world of critters is revealed in the trodden tracks that summer never tells.
There is just something magnificent about snow.