The full moon lit up the woods. We sat around the fire until after ten. I felt hardy because for the last two hours the temp has been sixteen degrees F. A very distant owl hoot. Finally the wind changed and it is a warmer breeze from the southeast. But just the tiniest amount of wind in sixteen degree weather is bone-chilling and penetrating. From here on out the temps will rise.
The woods had been still and quiet until the wind arrived. Then the rustle of the leaves filled yet it only slightly dampened the deep heavy weighty silence of snowpacked woods.
A mighty fine day.