I was out on the trail at 5:45 AM. I couldn’t resist the short burst of summer. It was overcast, but not foggy, with a southerly breeze.
I know this trail, but in the dark of a new moon, I had no choice but to fox walk. I couldn’t see, but I could feel the compacted earth of the trail. I walked slowly as night gave way to day.
A crow flew overhead, a pileated woodpecker called. A chipmunk emerged from its underground home to sniff the summerlike air. Even though I could see, I still walked slowly noticing tracks in wet leaves.
It’s raining now, and soon the cold will return. I’d hoped to get another opportunity this afternoon to watch day turn to night.