I hear the Universe within each moment of silence on the Forest trail. ~ Lee Hiller
At the base of the mountain beautiful birds feast on the exposed berries. Competition is fierce as the ice storm has forced our winged winter residents to congregated at the lower elevation. A light crust of ice touches only the edges of the trail and has melted from the trees. Only 250 feet higher up the mountain nearly half an inch of ice still coats the branches, berries and remaining leaves. A shimmering world wrapped on a glassy coating. The beauty of winter has arrived.
Love to ALL!