Rain, rain, rain. Always with the rain. The dreary weather weighed heavily on her outlook as she all but trudged about her home, grateful for the abundance of stony shelves that kept the icy muddy slushy sections to a minimum as she traversed from one end of their borders to the other, for once reluctant to step outside the well marked borders as if held by some invisible leash. Earlier in the day she had stopped by the dead tree that smelled so strongly of @Mapplethorpe, although the older man was not home. Later she had wandered in search of @Rhysis... Even her sons, @Datura and @Adonis were nowhere in sight, so finally she decided it was time to explore the lower end of the Pass, to the east, in more detail.
At the lower end of the pass, where the trees were the thickest and the ground grew level, she paused, bringing herself to a comfortable seat a short distance from the swamp that now engulfed the lowest section of her home, washing the snow from the land below and leaving in it’s place a shimmering mirror, reflecting what little blue of the sky broke through the trees. In the distance, a herd of deer sloshed through the shallow waters that had flooded the lower basin. It was with quiet contemplation that she sat, observing the quiet movement of the others about her, prey and predator at peace for now. Whether the water would remain to become a lake or evaporate with the onset of summer was yet to be determined, but the water birds that had made their appearance seemed to be settling in for the time being. Either way it looked like the ever growing puddle would be here for a time.