This is where I find peace. I grew up hiking these mountains spring, summer and fall. Only recently have I discovered them accessible in deep midwinter. I see sign everywhere now. Coyote track, pine marten, snowshoe rabbit.
Mountains are never dead things.
But these are only tricks of the trade. This is all healing trance work. We have to walk the blank page of a slope to recognize the scampering of an EEG measured in the increments of animal prints. It's while I am thinking these thoughts that I see it. And there's the weasel trail that leads to the first landing only to disappear in a fury of shattered snow.