a late afternoon walk 6

i like my afternoon walks.  no expectation.  no destination.  it's a time for me to linger over little things otherwise missed.  today i headed up the stream again, then crossed and followed a snowshoe trail up the far bank into a field. the sun was low and the shadows long.  i had never been this way before.

as i took in the slightly mottled field of snow, i noticed a pattern of dark lines that wove over and under the surface.  at first confused, i settled on the idea that this was the top wire of an electric fence, my guess - for sheep.

in time, the snow will melt.  i will return to this field.  perhaps something new will be waiting there for me.