dec 6/RUN

4 miles
beyond the trestle turn around
32 degrees

Ran in the afternoon today. It’s warmer and darker and looks like it might snow. Everything was heavy and grayish-white. I wore less layers and wasn’t overheated: 1 green long-sleeved shirt, black vest, 1 pair of black running tights, a black headband for my ears, gloves. The trail wasn’t crowded, but the road was — a steady stream of cars. Did any of them have their headlights on? I can’t remember.

I remember noticing the river, but not what it looked like. Was it completely iced over?

Stopped at my usual bench and took a picture of it and the view below it:

the back of a wooden bench, all around it a faint trace of snow and bare branches
the new ritual: visiting this bench and inspecting its slow progress of sliding into the gorge.

I wonder, can someone who is not familiar with the gorge tell that this bench is perched at the edge of a steep slope or that the tree line in the distance is across a great river?