The forest today was held in an icy grip, Jack frost had worked his magic and any standing water was crusted in ice, a rarity this winter. The cold was temporarily alleviated by finding a rangers fire from the previous days clearing, looking cool grey on the outside the interior still burned hot and bright and with a little encouragement it warmed us as we watched life move about a frozen woodland pond. I worry about the seasons.
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