On Lookout Mountain, I,
Wednesday, was watching while
sun set swiftly
and, across all areas, air
currents coursed, crisply, coldly.
Faces feared frostbite. Feet
stomped snow, stepping sideways
walkways winding wildly
through thick, then thin trees to
bring boots back blindly
to the trail that
hurries home.
A 10F degrees, not many people were outdoors Tuesday in Virginia, MN. Out in
the cold, 20 blocks across town felt like a much longer walk than it
should.
It's a nice night at Giants Ridge.
It is really starting to feel like winter. My glasses are frosted and my moustache is frozen solid. A few more minutes, and I'd have the frostbitten face to match!
