The Wolf's blog: "The Horrors of the Mind that never rests."

I love the snow.

I love how all life seems to be buried while letting their ghost-like images show from beneath their cold blanket. I love it when everything is under a layer of soft, white powder that kills the plants below it. I love watching the snow fall lazily, slowly, forever freezing the animals that never wake up from their comfortable sleep. Watching it drift down in the night sky is simply magical.

It's wonderful to see all life just seem to stop to make an undisturbed coat of small ice crystals for the world. But even better--and this is my favorite part--is anything that does still move shows me everything about them.

They leave behind very distinct tracks, showing me if they walk on four legs or two, if they're with anybody or all alone, how big or heavy they are, what sort of stride they move in, how long ago they passed, etc., etc....

I like to follow sometimes, because the only animals that can walk around in this weather are warm-blooded. There's something very fulfilling about warmth in the cold; like drinking hot cocoa, there's something intrinsically satisfying about it. And even though the warm blood might melt some of the snow, it will stain some of the white a nice, brilliant red. It looks so stark in the moonlight. Simply breathtaking.

But the best part is, the snow makes things so quiet. It absorbs sound, you see. So, I can follow you by stepping in your tracks and you won't notice a thing until I am right on you. Isn't that cool? It's even easier to do when the wind is blowing at night.

I love the snow, especially at night.... I hope to see you soon!