Try again

Steel grey light wraps the trees and stretches across the lake to the low hills dimmed by twilight and outlined by a band of snow along the shoreline. A few small birds are cleaning up the last seeds I scattered early this morning and one of the resident squirrels is examining the ground to see if there is at least one more sunflower seed. Cold is the guiding word for the day. The thermometer didn’t make it past 32F and will go even lower later this evening, so what is left of the snow will linger a while.