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.