So Much

I went for the first snowshoe of the season after school yesterday. Was hiking by 3:10, in the wind and the cold. All day at school I listened to the wind whistle past the building as it gusted. People said the wind was brisk, cold and biting. I debated whether or not to go, but at the end of the day, I layered up with the clothes and boots I'd had by my desk all day and went out into it.

I am so glad I did.

Within 15 minutes I was stripping down to just polypro, a vest and a headband. The woods were absolutely free of all people, did not see a soul, and free of tracks of people who may have come before. It was invigorating and refreshing and cleansing to be out there.

Grampa is home from a stint in the hospital after breaking his hip, Joe Sassi passed away, I watched my dad give a moving and emotional and funny eulogy and for weeks I have thought about mortality and life and death, and still, all I can post about is my little hike up Sugarloaf in Dixfield.

I would like to think I just need to process, and then I will write. But I know myself too well.