Snow-Filled Sky

Woke to a dusting of snow, with the sky heavy overhead, that whitish grey color that just means "snow." The snow didn't last long, but long enough to coat everything with a thin layer, making it hard to tell what was what underneath. I wandered down to the river around 7:30am, making my way through the quiet woods, picking my way over the ice and across the bog bridges with care. Kept the pace very mellow, both out of caution and because the past few days have been run at a bit of a quicker pace than they probably should have been. The river was roaring, buoyed by all the rain from earlier this week. Scared up a deer on my way back up to the ecology center, its grey-brown fur blending in to the subtle colors of the forest on an early December morning. A fine way to start the day.