The following is a reprint of an article I wrote for the TasteBuds local food guide in Chattanooga last year….
On either side of the trail through the woods, in shaded pockets in the folds of the open mountainside, and…
My boots break through the thin crust, increasing my chill rate. If I keep walking, toes will stay warm, but this is a waiting game. Iced feet are a small price. I will stand still in the center of the marsh, hopefully blending with the old stumps and logs that surround me.
A singular beauty is the wild landscape bathed in a fresh snow. A still higher gamut is that landscape awash in quietude.