Started the day that way, anyhow, by marching fresh tracks through the park.
The path was well-worn by the end of the day, as it usually is, but the first
pass through a fresh several inches blanketing Syracuse and surrounds was a
test, and by successfully managing it, I extended the oft-cited family lore
about lonely uphill walks through the driving snow to get to school.
Ahhh, but were you barefoot? No? Wimp.
Barefoot, no. But I did remove my gloves for thirty seconds to take the picture. That must rate right up there as far as toughness, determination, facing the blustery March weather head-on.
I’m always amazed by the blanketing effect of undisturbed snowfall. Even this little, fine, powdery stuff that manages to stack up to a foot or more in a day brings a delightful quiet to the world.
Yeah…at least I could tell where the path was, but I probably should’ve kept to the road. It was the deepest snow of the season and a good enough reason to drag the camera out.
I would rephrase Chris’s “delightful quiet.” I would say: “craze-inducing, traffic-impairing, curse-provoking unquiet.”
But I’m just a little bitter.
You can always share your bitterness here, Madeline. Always welcome. I really don’t feel the pains of the weather too much now that I walk to campus. Rain makes me more miserable than snow. But with the walking, there’s far less crazy-making traffic and stress to endure. In KC, the weather wasn’t much of a factor and I only drove a few miles to work. But in Detroit. Glad the days of commuting on 696 during snow squalls in Detroit are well behind me.