-9°C (15.8°F) The hard gray day softened by afternoon. The morning was “motionless under magical foreverfully falling snow
.” But the clouds gradually melted, broke up and rearranged themselves. Reaching a small but significant milestone in my work also lifted my clouds internally.
Looking at the trees today, I see that the squirrels are busy reconnecting them – to the ground as well as to each other. First by dotted lines, one hop at a time, then more deeply and solidly with each new pass.