I had an entirely different experience snowshoeing today than yesterday.
It was overcast and the trails were empty, no dog by my side. Just me and the snow weighing heavily on the tree branches. I reached a part of the trail where the branches were bent down, enclosing the trail at the top while the packed snow insulated the bottom. A lone raven called just once over my head, and a thin ribbon of icy water trickled below the trail. The whole scene was very cozy and intimate. I felt more at peace in that moment than just about any other moment I can remember, and for that I am grateful.
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