Saturday, January 27, 2018
A Winter walk in Minnesota
I went on a four mile walk on a wintry day earlier this week, just at the start of a blizzard that dropped foot of snow on us.
"Oh boy!" You cry "I love when you talk about your nature walks along the river in Minnesota!"
Really? I had no idea, I mean, except in the sense that I invented you saying it.
"So what did you see?"
Well, it was snowing fiercely as I stepped out my back door. I headed directly into a powerful north wind, and though bundled up properly, my first thoughts as I embarked upon my walk was "This is going to hurt."
"Wow, then what?"
Then I walked through my neighborhood and on the paths along the Mississippi River for four miles. The walks were icy in places and covered in a just obscuring layer of new snow. I walked for an hour and a half. Heavy bits of snow blew into my face.
"Wow, yes, yes, and what did you see? Tell me what you saw. Tell me everything you saw."
I saw the ground. I saw the ground and nothing else.