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Sometimes there was nothing by white deep drifting for a long section, but looking ahead, I could see the old path and then I would cut a new(ish) trail to meet up with the tracings of the old one.
February… time of the Snow Moon. The Hunger Moon. The moon that can get me down if I let it. Time to strap on the snow shoes and venture out. Don’t stay inside. Seek the wild. Find the beauty. It’s OK…. Spring is coming….… Continue Reading “Snow Moon… Hunger Moon”
Because there's never enough time to do it right the first time but there's always enough time to do it over
Stories and photos from Scotland
Historical fiction, poetry, essays
Because there's never enough time to do it right the first time but there's always enough time to do it over
Stories and photos from Scotland
Historical fiction, poetry, essays