Shortly after the first coldness escaped the clouds, I donned my cloak and made my escape. My booted feet made scrunching noises as I slipped down by the waterway.
My feathered spies told me where to go, and soon I was down by the creek, watching the water flow.
Underneath the cold creek, the fish slumbered in waiting for spring, and the crayfish curled under their rocks in anticipation for the spring to come.
Reconnaissance done, it was time to be on my way, to dance among the snowflakes and await the warmer weather soon to come.