Making tracks

It snowed again last night. A fine dusting of powder white. I cannot help but feel it is symbolic and full of meaning, since snow is so rare here. I seem to have brought the snow and left with it. One final send off as I fly away again.

Snow represents purity, divine knowledge, and teaching. A message for me I'm still reading into. Making tracks a bird on the wing. Waiting for it all to unfold....