It is well forested for the most part. Snowballs have tumbled onto the track from the forest. They roll themselves up like Danish pastries into little snail shells and make dainty lines across my way. The afternoon light turns to dusk as I plod on into the night. For the last few days I've been hiking in the moonlight.
Tonight is special.
The full moon lights my way through the white sheet of cloud. It's as if frosted glass had been placed between me and a night light. The forest is clearly visible but in a diffuse glow. There are no shadows, everything is soft and flat. Perhaps I am looking through a lens coated with vaseline.