There’s no congealed exhausted-stained icy slush in the woods - that’s a pavement thing.
An inch of crystalline snow in deciduous woods is the perfect medium to record animal tracks.
Once again Spring is playing leapfrog with Winter. Raccoon, opossum, rabbit, coyote, squirrel, deer and mouse meandered through the woods - probably just after the storm ended late yesterday afternoon.
Diffracted sunlight sends rainbow arcs across the crusty surface snow. The air is crisp and clear. The sky is dotted with a few small cumulus clouds and a wisp of a cirrus cloud.
It feels good to take a deep breath.I’ve spent the better part of a week chasing the same 290 words around the page until they stared at me reproachfully. If I corner them, I’m afraid they’ll bite me.
I took them on the hike. Hopefully the fresh air will do us all good. I just don’t know whether I’m missing an ingredient or if the words are still sorting themselves out. I’ll leave them alone for now.
I have way too many projects with no end in sight. I want to figure things out, but there’s always another corner to turn, another missing piece of information.
Ten magazines and 11 books are in various stages of read. I have been to places on my website that mystify me.
I’m taking myself out this evening. Staring at the computer and harassing hard-working words is just not going to happen.