Snow often falls in the middle of October in Vermont. And there were some clues to its coming. For the past two weeks snow has been visible on Camel's Hump and Mount Mansfield. The seasons change under the sky, continuous change, even after we die. And nothing is constant, nothing is wrong.
Nothing remains the same for very long.
It won't be long before we will be turning up our collars to the ice and snow, but that is just fine with me. The change of seasons makes me feel as though I am a part of something bigger than I am on my own. And pretty soon they will be jutting up through the snow cover, like a forest of bones. And I know that I will have to get out there, to tromp in the snow amidst the trees, and to feel the bite of the air and hear the crunch under foot. There is something very special in the stillness of a snow-blanketed forest, where you can almost hear yourself think.