After a bitterly cold night with wind and snow, the sky opened up blue and bright for Thanksgiving.
So I just had to get my cross country skis out for a first run of the season.
The temperature was in the teens, but the snow was perfect — albeit not that much.
Nobody but me and the critters out here.
There is nothing quite so wonderful as skiing across an empty landscape.
And to look at all of the delicate features etched by winter’s brush.
Stark trunks against a blue sky.
And creek, still unfrozen -
But all the rocks have little snow hats on today.
This is my spot — the sound of tumbling water in the silence of a snowy land.
No riches in the bank account, but riches otherwise.
So I head back with a sense of thankfulness.