Where the roots reach parched for water...

I found this snow hoop. It seems to have rolled out of the forest.

Clearly a portal.

“Vulnerability is the portal to feeling. Feeling is the portal to strength.” ―A.D. Posey

Pathway to blue, a shortcut to you. See through.

Snow

Settling in with my other than human kin. I suddenly feel snow as a friend who is leaving soon. In all my years of winter, I have never known you as such. My apologies dear friend. Thank you for blanketing us in iridescence. As your structures melt in the sun, let us learn something of nourish, shape, and shift. And may you travel spritely as waters and rains and mists.