Evening walk. I thought I could climb again on top on that mountain. As I arrived at the beginning of the trail the snow was quite high and crusty, the sun was getting down, and the temperature was already very cold and decreasing… Walking was difficult, even helped by the prints of two pairs of ski that had obviously passed few hours before. But I thought it would be safer continuing towards the lakes instead.
And it was marvelous. Just amazing. The time I needed to reach the lake the sun was already down. Few huts had settled down on the frozen lake to ice-fish, and I could hear the voices of children from far away. I was alone though, under the purple of the sky, in the middle of an immense space, with a strong feeling of coldness and warmth simultaneously… I couldn’t say where I was, even if I recognized where I used to swim few months ago, I couldn’t feel the same, I was somewhere else. Kind of magical. I shall come tomorrow morning!
And I came, running this time. The sky was blue, the sun was bright, and despite the -14 degrees C, I felt warmth again. I had my magic gloves – mittens – , my running spikes, and thought it would be cool to run on the frozen lake. But I didn’t feel safe with my light outfit and heavy body, so I walked a bit and went back home, with two thoughts: (i) I should think about going ice-fishing soon with the children, and (ii) how can these Mainers run in shorts??
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