Tonight’s midnight ramble took me through the forest. Well, this is going to be a crunch-fest, I said. Frozen snow quiet frigid lovely stillness, but doesn’t hold your weight. Crunch-crunch-crunch! Every step, gently first then without a care - step into it. Big Dipper pee behind the cabin. Heard a voice - climb Richardson in the snow. Oh, man, I can’t not in the snow and ice and loud crunching somebody will call the cops someone will shoot first and ask questions later as will the mountain lion! But summitted Mt. Richardson in the ice and snow, wild winds beyond the trees, face turned to the southwest, where over the snow, sightly, air too crisp almost, I could smell Spring. Never tamed.
