another evening out.
trapped in this log tonight, thinking what i was going to say about my sit as i sat. something would speak to me, then i'd write about it mentally, missing everything that continued on around me. the snow finally offered me an anchor into the present, its sharp bite on the hand i rested in it. i could feel the crystals shifting, melting beneath the warmth of my hand. i still drifted into reflections, imaginings, memories from time to time, but was drawn regularly back by my body's protests.
studied the shape of my tree tonight, its branching habit, to deconstruct the stock "tree" image that's ruled in my brain since childhood. how can i teach my son to draw as he sees, not to draw as others draw?
the air was warmer tonight than it's been. boots, snowpants, gaiters, five top layers, plus hat and scarf were still just right, but no need for my usual tea.
cars reigned over the silence tonight, constant surf sound in the distance.
noticed on the way back that snow on south-facing slopes holds more weight than that on north-facing; i imagine that the surface melts during the day, then freezes stronger at night. ribbons of tracks celebrate the land, my dog's and mine. watched my husband dancing gently through the house with our son as i returned home.
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