Sat 14 Jan 2005

Because we have about a foot of snow, trekking through the fields in my winter boots gets me out of breath quickly. So most days I take shorter walks — one or two of them — and stick close to the roads or tractor trails. I dream of cross-country skis to glide over the snow, away from traffic on the grid.

There haven't been many blue-sky days since we returned from BC; no, it's been such bright white some days that the word that came to me to describe it was an overused one: pristine. The land and sky are white, white, white; some days, the trees are too.

The photo above was taken on a foggy day, not a sparkly white one. We've had unusually frequent fog and hoarfrost this winter, and mild temperatures hovering around the freezing point. Heck, winter will be over in three months and we haven't had any serious cold yet.