Journal 21

The white winter snow covers the trees with their bare branches with ice hanging down instead of the warm colorful leaves that come with the spring. The dear step lightly through the snow in search of food. The winter snow shines brighter with the the sun reflecting on it and the tiny bunny hops back to his burrow for a long winter nap. The forest is empty and quiet for most of the animals have fallen asleep for winter or like the birds who have gone South for the winter. The creek flows quietly and the soft sound of water flowing down over the rocks. There is a tiny cabin tucked away behind the pine trees with smoke arising from the stone chimney. If you peered through the window you would see a small family huddled by the fire drinking hot cocoa and telling stories. The children were wearing cute little hats with animals on them. They had chocolate mustaches that covered their upper lips and burnt their tongues from the steam coming off the mug. The window begins to fog from the warmth of the house. As the sun begins to fade behind the bear trees and the forest because quiet and almost dead except for the whistling wind that blows throughout with a steady fall of fresh winter snow. The lights in the house slowing go out and the people go to bed but the owl is just waking up and he watches over the forest. The new snow falls quietly each new snowflake unique in its own way dusts over the trees and the fallen branches. The branches start breaking and the loud crack is heard throughout the quiet forest for the weight of the snow was to much for its limbs. The fallen branches become home for smaller animals and they carry them away to make a bed for themselves. The peacefulness of winter is calm and simple and time tends to slow down and the world seem a little better.