DAILY PHOTO: Sunlight Crawls Up the Valley
a bird-shaped cloud! then the mountain becomes a dreadnought on calm seas.
Out into a winter night, with snow and silence and fright. What's beyond the torch's light? Rubber boots on crunching snow. Oh, how far we have to go. An hour's trudge until sun glow gathers on the horizon. Then walk 'til the day is done -- again abandoned by the sun. We'll set up camp in the dark, try to get flame from a spark, and dread when next we embark... a few hours down the line.