Just after lunch, the sun peeked out from behind piles of gray clouds, setting the snowy landscape alight with icy sparkles.

Over the course of the morning it had warmed up a just bit, compared with the day before, and Old Possum was looking forward to a long-awaited walk.

With a long knitted scarf wrapped around his ears and his neck, he set off for the snowy woods, where the only sounds were squirrels skittering along tree-branches, occasional calls from Crow and her cousins as they flew in lazy circles overhead, and the creaking, squeaking snow underfoot as Possum walked.

(Late January 2024)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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