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I am seated on a log at Loon Pond.

It just snowed yesterday. There is

It seems like everything should be

dead by now, and perhaps most of it

Trees are also an excellent source

of sound in the wintertime. What

This little red-headed woodpecker has been keeping me company. He keeps travelling from tree to tree, searching for grubs. I'm not sure how successful he's been yet, but I did see him up on one of the Sentries. It was pecking pretty hard on one segment, and those trees are already full of very deep holes, so perhaps he was able to find what he's been looking for.

I appreciate the sensations of my

body in the wintertime. The cold

I slow my breathing. I breathe in deeply, through my stomach. I breathe as low as I can. I try to breathe into my groin. I try to feel my abdomen swell as I breathe, and I exhale with no pressure, with no energy, no force. I just let my body push the air out as it naturally does, the way that a baby sleeps. For every inhale, I am aware of the pain of my body, and the cold. For every exhale, I release it. I inhale, I feel my feet. I exhale, I don't. I inhale, I feel my shoulders tensing up. I exhale, my arms drop down.

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