Luster Layers
I sense my time
outside on this amazing day is passing too swiftly so I stop and stand in the
stillness to reset. A fallen tree
nearby lies nearly perpendicular; I clear a butt-width of snow, lay out a
bandana, take a seat, and fire up a medium strength Nicaraguan.
I’m halfway down a
broad, snowy ravine on England Mountain.
The mid-morning rays of a low hanging winter sun crown only the rims. The rays won’t reach the deepest depths of
this ravine until late spring. It’s a fine
place to rest… and to stall the swiftly passing time.
Snow has dampened all
sounds, but enough emanate to create a soothing cacophony.
Breezes
passing through what’s left of the deciduous canopy.
The
creaking of a weakened tree as it fights for its life.
The
calls of brown & black flittering Robins.
And
the hammering of pair of ample-breasted woodpeckers.
Earlier, I had
doubts I’d make it this far. Four inches
of top-crusted snow slowed my pace hiding the trail and its ankle twisting challenges
that lay beneath. I had to connect the
dots – going from marker to marker as I trail blazed through the unbroken snow. At times I hesitated to continue on, but the
closer I got to halfway around, the more moot the decision became.
Moot too was my
reaction to spotting bear tracks. Last
month, discovering them caused a retreat.
Today though, I crossed them twice and didn’t flinch. This place continues to grow in comfort,
bear-n-all.
Though I’ve walked
this loop now many times, I’m still surprised by its surprises. Coming here on a regular basis I thought
would ruin her. I’m not much of a
repeater; I prefer the magic of first impressions to become my only impressions
of places – like Pingvellir, Burke’s Garden, and White Point. Returning to those places, I feel, would only
dull their lusters. But routine returns
to this loop have only been adding to the shine. Today’s trail blazing experience has made for
yet another unique outing. The luster
here comes from a building up of many layers.
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