When the snow drifts, go with the flow.
Follow the shoreline,
and when you must,
step out of the wind
and up into the woods.
As you breath the crisp air,
the sound of the winter surf
will add a counterpoint to the
laughter and the footsteps
and the whisper of falling snow.
That is the sound of winter's song,
in these northern hills.
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you laughter and good company.
Head Out on the Prairie for birds, deer and more with Steve!