visiting the hillside.

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even though there is not much snow, i had to clamp on the snowshoes

and get out there, climb the hill, tramp down a trail. 

easy climbing: no need to tightly hang on to the poles, so i pretty much carried them

'til steadying was required, knee-deep drifts testing balance. 

pinto gladly tagged along and jumped in and out of piles and drifts. 

there's nothing like the quiet of nothingness, listening to birdsong and wind 

and the crunch of crampons on snow. 

with a twisty spine comes twisted thinking. 

i am in tune with my aging body and am constantly reminded 

the only way to get through this life is to talk myself out of one mood into another,

and to breath in, breathe out, exhale slowly. 

reminding myself: 
life is good. 

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