day sit with the boy and the dog. my last challenge day.
sunny, warm in the 40's. very gentle breeze that occasionally sent chunks of ice careening down from my pine and the ones around it onto the warm pine needles below. they gave the impression of hail in the summertime: ice falling suddenly and strangely onto warm earth.
scent of the pine needles came up strong at times, delicious in the sun. watched the very edge of the snowfield with owl eyes for a while to see the snow crystals melting, but i barely saw one crumble. is it so slow as to be imperceptible?
winter is retreating into the shadows.
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