Second Visit

There were many patterns that i observed as i sat at my place. A few stuck out to me though.

One was as the snow reached the stream, still slightly visible under all the snow, it turned to ice, and then flowed seamlessly into the water. This natural beauty is seldom appreciated, but sitting in the quiet edge of the woods, it was a place of wonder. Why did this snow turn to ice before melting away? I will refrain from analyzing, but it was sweet.

Another was the leaning of seemingly dead shrubbery around my spot. It was almost as if they were subordinate to the wind that channeled through the woods from the clearing. I sat wondering which were alive and which were not, and how i could determine this by sight.

A third pattern i saw was the series of holes running up and down dead trees around my spot. I wonder if these holes are random, or quite deliberate. were they simply searching for food, or a place to live and raise their young. There also seemed to be bark left on only certain select spots on the dead trees.