"(one) does not forget at night, or his nature does not, that he has beheld this vision of serenity and purity once at least during the day." - Walden, Henry David Thoreau
This morning in the woods, by the muddy river bank, I came across an array of little "hand" prints by our forest friends. Opossum, deer, raccoon... I wonder what rendezvous they had under the half moon.