The woods stuffed full of snow. The heavy wet snow that sticks to everything. The sides of trees. Your boots. If you laid down to make a snow angel you would sink about ten inches. If you made a snowball, leftover snowball would tangle in the wool of your mittens and dangle in clumps. Animal tracks get all elongated, like the animals are dragging their feet. The two-track almost disappears. This is December.