 Saturday we got just a few inches of fluffy light so well-deserved snow, and I walked on trails both days greatly satisfied to have it looking wintry at last. The snow has a lot of stories to tell about who uses a trail if you get there before other people. Cats use it a lot and mice occasionally scurry short distances nervously on it. If it looks like rabbit tracks, but the tracks end at a tree, it was a squirrel. If it walks like a cat, but the tracks are too big, it was probably a fox. And then in this serene white space with a few crisp tracks, you see a big messy section like a battle happened there and with a few distinguishable arrow shaped prints. A flock of wild turkeys crossed the trail there. The arrow points to the direction they weren't going in. A ruse to fool the hunters, Melissa says.
Last night for the first time in years we were awake at midnight to greet the new year. In town UBR was having a gala thing with a dinner, a band and dancing. The thought of that filled me with unspeakable dread, as if I were to be sentenced back to high school for one interminable evening. Instead here at the anti-gala, there was beer, snacks, a fire outside, and sparklers. Way too easily amused, I love taking pictures of people in sparkler light. Ghosts playing with light. Secret writing in the air. The gunpowder smell.
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