I hadn’t visited this site in over a decade, and the last time I’d been there was not long after the disastrous Calgary floods. This visit was all snowed over and the trails were precarious though the sounds of birds penetrated the entire site.
Starlings perched above with their musical calls while I kept my eyes glued to the hazardous path. I passed groups of school children bounding along the trails, while I wavered over icy terrain.
On my return along the Bow River Trail, a white rabbit leaped in front of me and dashed off into the camouflaged landscape.