The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
A white Christmas is being guaranteed to Northwest Indiana this year; we have a few inches on the ground with more promised. The snow makes everything quiet with hardly a sound from a bird.
But signs of life are everywhere in the tracks of tiny creatures that eke out livings in the cold.
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