Into The Woods Pocket Square

January...Eastern Ontario...Trees still bent over, reminders of the distant ice storm...Brittle cold leaving ice crystals on your lashes...Each breath condensed in the chill of the morning...Follow the rabbit tracks where the cottontails had wandered the night before, nibbling on the few low spruce bows, eluding the hunt of the snowy owls and the red foxes. Tuck that scarf a little snugger...Stomp those feet and wiggle the toes in felt-lined boots...Pull your partner closer and steal a cool kiss on warm lips in the winter morning.