The Wintering Field: What sleeps beneath the frost

Edwin Marsh

A field in winter looks empty, but nothing under the frost is actually still. This is a slow walk across that quiet ground: how roots hold their patience, where small creatures wait out the cold, what the soil is doing in the dark, and why dormancy is not the same as death. Told with the kind of attention that makes a bare field feel full again. Unhurried, grounded, and good company on the coldest evenings.