Went for a walk in the woods today, on a snowy trail, to observe, listen and write, to lean back against the strength of a pine tree, and delight. Climbed up a south facing sloping, holding my off- trail permit, to a grassy area lined with rounded boulders, where snow was melted and saw juncos, heard crows, as I stood in the late day light. Walked higher, stepping in knee deep snow, to sit on a flat rock and saw a bear track, then chewed up yucca and so the question came, do bears eat yucca? And then, as happens to each life moment, it was time for this one to end, so I reluctantly, yet willingly, turned toward home, a chattering squirrel seeming to note my leaving.