I snowshoed for a time on the golf course near my house for an hour this evening. A quarter moon filtered light through thin clouds and the light from town reflected off this same cloud filter.
Combined I had just enough light to see where I must tread carefully but not enough clearly see the contours of the trails. I avoided trails and walked atop the hard crusted snow. In night snowshoe-light, daylight trails ambush a walker.
Turning southeast toward home, the light wind blew the 18 degree air enough to cause my eyes to water. I drew my parka close and pull my hat closer to my head.
Certainly this was a beautiful night.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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