Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fell, each one a gem.
-William Hamilton Gibson
I arrived back from my winter break last evening. This morning, I decided to clear my thoughts and go and visit Centennial Woods to see how the area has changed since I last visited prior to finals. The most distinguishing characteristic of the landscape is the layer of white that blankets the soil. I was used to seeing leaf litter, but it seems like the process of litter decomposition had ceased. I couldn’t find any animal tracks in the snow because of the hard exterior of the snow drifts. I spotted a red-tailed hawk watching for rustling in the bushes for his next meal. Like a king with dominion over his kingdom, the hawk looked almost regal against the contrast of leafless branches.