THIS MORNING the Pine Point Woods and the old cabin are coated with a strange substance. It appears to have fallen from the sky, although that is uncertain. In any case, the fluffy coating—not seen much this winter—is lovely, and makes it possible to track some of our friends of the forest. This morning we see evidence of the nighttime ramblings of Friend Possum, one of the most quiet and self-effacing members of our Church O’The Pines congregation. Because of the fluffy nature of the (snow?) we are unable to clearly discern the characteristic thumb print and long, thin fingers of our friend. But look closely and you will see the marks of his skinny tail, unlike any other forest creature, swishing back and forth.