Answer:
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.
Though it be cold I wear no clothes the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
Man walks over, man walks under, in times of war he burns asunder. What is it?
Digital white-out.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.