It is natural to notice when a muskrat is chasing quacking ducks on the pond in Menotomy Rocks Park, but the woods has a quieter energy. There is a lot going on, but it is easier to miss.
The trees with their roots wrapped around granite outcrops or buried beneath fallen leaves and mounding needles are the backbone here. And light slanting through them can suddenly create all-embracing wonder.
The woods in winter remind us that resting has its season too.