The weather has turned much colder, but at least I am not near Buffalo, NY this week. Our back stream is rushing by as if it wants to get to warmer climes, but in its wake are a variety of ice sculptures. They are fascinating to see, some dance on the end of branches dipping in and out of the water, some are entire stretches hanging from branches over the water. The light catches them and cast rainbows off the curves, and none of the ice sculptures are melting at this point. The season has made the turn towards winter with all the variety it brings. It is harder to get out of a warm bed in the morning to hit the trail, but the dark closes in so early that an evening walk is ruled out. It always takes me a little bit to adjust to the shift in the schedule, the scarcity of daylight hours, the biting cold not offset by the sunrise. But, eventually I do because I don’t want to miss a thing. The day passes regardless of what I get done, so my goal is to always accomplish something. It may not be something spectacular, maybe just cleaning the junk drawer, but that is no small feat even if it isn’t the same as a hike. Speaking of which, it is almost time to tackle that drawer again. Maybe after the sun goes down, first I want to get out this afternoon and see the pond in the woods just down my street. I hope there will be a nice skim of ice on it, and some nice texture in the fall grasses. either way, getting out is the goal.