I heard something. I stopped cold in my tracks. Was I being followed? A shiver crept up my spine. I took another step and heard it again. What was that? It sounded like a whimper but was ever so faint, perhaps it was being muffled.
The fresh morning snow was forming a blanket covering the brown soil and debris on the forest floor. The season's first snow fall always reminded me of new beginnings. I wanted to walk in the quietness of the early morning before anything could disturb my thoughts. I loved making new tracks in the snow where nothing had been before.
The fresh morning snow was forming a blanket covering the brown soil and debris on the forest floor. The season's first snow fall always reminded me of new beginnings. I wanted to walk in the quietness of the early morning before anything could disturb my thoughts. I loved making new tracks in the snow where nothing had been before.