Forest

He placed his tiny hand in mine, my long fingers dwarfing his.  We slowly wandered down the dusty road, stopping to watch a squirrel scurrying to gather enough nourishment for the upcoming storm.  He was probably too busy playing and enjoying our unseasonably warm winter to plan ahead.  We stopped at road's end and walked quietly into the forest.  We looked for pinecones to bring back and fortify with peanut butter and bird seed to hang outside for our feathered friends. The predictions were harsh, but we did what we could to secure ourselves, and our beloved outdoor friends, who would have to weather it out under the most primitive of conditions.