It’s currently 17 degrees and snowing. We have over 6” of snow up top. Accumulation slowed yesterday afternoon, but seems to have picked up again. Our high yesterday was 25 degrees, with an overnight low of 16.
I wandered out. This time, in a new direction. The snow clung heavily to the nearby fir. Where was I trying to go? I wasn’t entirely sure. I ventured out to find something; or rather, I was inviting something to find me. My imagination had me convinced that I had just walked through a wardrobe, into the snowy world of Narnia. Hiking west, I remembered a place that would provide an excellent sitting area out of the falling snow. Maybe I would find what I was looking for there?
Sitting still as a statue, I waited. The pure silence was palpable. Suddenly, I found what I’ve been searching for - true solitude. The roads were closed, the snow was deepening, and here I was on the top of a mountain in the middle of a National Park, alone. It had found me. My thoughts were clear and content. I wandered on...
…the snow continued to fall.