Tuesday, December 11, 2012

12/10/2012 Inky blackness.

Light rain (or was it dark rain?) with low clouds and temps in the 30s created the perfect night run, especially if you are the type that doesn't like to see anything.  It was actually a unique change and not at all as miserable as it sounds. 

Squirrel and I followed the glow of the headlamp, and little else, along the hard-packed flatness.  There is an inch of snowy-icy junk near my home, but the Pancake Marsh shouldered only the burden of rain.  

Squirrel totally wore shorts.  I totally didn't.  

Great to be out.  Conversation strong.  Heh.

~Hard, flat, night, rain, O December, you are kind for now, but I cannot trust you.
~Hokas, pants, fleece base layer, vest. 

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