The early winter evening finds the land comfortably settled into a frozen position. Dense clouds gray the sky, and from these clouds snow flurries fall.
Clumps of crescent-shaped seed pods embellished a dried plant that stood a few feet tall. The plant lined an open trail and called for a closer examination.
The ice over the pond was thinning, betraying the dark water beneath its increasingly transparent surface. A trio of beavers was there.
