The crunch of frozen snow is caution to an old man's guarded step. There is comfort in its grip as the boot dents the ice covered pathway. A careless slip could be life altering and the immediate fall would create an instant crisis. I tread confidently and purposefully, placing each foot securely on the day old snow. Hardwood trees are bare, evergreens are green and all snow has melted from their grasp. A wind carrying winter's refreshing taste of cleansing after the decay of Fall. I breathe deep, eyes water, snot collects in my mustache, cheeks burn red; cold air refreshes!
Short hike on a rare South Carolina freezing morning, I just
had to experience it for myself.
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