The ground is blanketed with white. The air is silent but for snow slipping off tree branches in little powdery clouds, landing softly with a sigh. Only faint sounds drift through our woods. So peaceful. Sunlight sparkles through the snowdust, like a thousand little diamonds dancing in the air. It mesmerizes me for a moment.

Crossing the path is a single trail of bunny prints, left behind by little bunny paws. It is there now, so crisp and obvious, pointing the way. Tomorrow a new coat of snow will fall, blurring the edges, filling the holes. Tomorrow it will look familiar, but unsure – was it bunny prints, or maybe just my imagination? The truth will hide and fade away, as it aways does with time.

Eventually my feet get cold and wet, reminding me that that my boots need replacing. I head inside to the warmth, to the noise… to reality.