More rain, more snow, now Goose Lake overflows. The muddy water rushes across the main road that leads deeper into the park. It joins the next lake, which has swollen to the foot of the historic black cottonwood. Where the water broadens, an icy wind appears to move it in the opposite direction. The path is frozen. Between patches of snow, the muddy ground is stiff and easy to walk on. The weather is changing. A thin layer of clouds is approaching rapidly from the southwest. Another storm is on its way. Surely, within a few hours, it will snow.
on higher ground
a little house in a bare nut grove
safe for now
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