I woke from my slumber to feel the cool morning air, the floors are cold beneath my feet as I hurry to stoke the fire. Luna is waiting patiently by the door to be let outside into this early February deep freeze. The weather station reads a bone numbing -23 degrees. I quickly get dressed as my anticipation to see the progress of Walden weighs heavily on my mind. Putting on my parka and gloves, I make the short walk to the future banks of the pond where the morning sun is slowly slumping the exposed clay. As cold as the air was, once I stood at the North side of the pond the warm sun locked my boots to the clay and sent a welcomed warmth to my core. The air was so calm and the sun so intensely warm, I stood by the banks for almost 30 minutes. I gazed down to the bottom of the pond where only 6" of water lay, the newly formed ice cracking and snapping in response to sub zero temperatures. The forest beside to my south seemed to respond to the groaning ice with pops and cracks of its own. Each tree would take it's turn to let out a loud pop as the sap within froze causing the wood to expand. It was almost as they were saying good morning to one another as the ice replied randomly. A small downy woodpecker joined the morning conversation. I wonder what the forest will say when Walden's' clay banks are bathed in water and she welcomes her future inhabitants? I'll surly be there to listen intently.

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