Some days are just so beautiful that they fill your spirit. Four inches of light fresh snow, a bright blue sky, and a run to my favorite tree. The herd of cows near the creek has been adding tiny black and white faces every day. They hide behind their mothers, then run around with complete abandon. Redtailed hawks perch in the cottonwoods, diving down and gliding up to a new branch. A kingfisher trills from the nearby creek, hiding on a low overhanging branch. Winter water pours through the spaces between the smooth river rocks covered in their snowy comforters. My special tree watches over all of this, as it has for the last century as winter slowly turns into spring.
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