Warm spell in January. The woods were a little wet today. As in soggy.

You set out on a walk. It’s such and such distance. It generally takes a certain amount of time. And energy.

And then there are the days your boot weighs twice as much. You find yourself navigating ponds mid-path. Or sliding sideways down slopes.

Only 2 days ago, you were snowshoeing this same path. On powder snow. In bitter cold.

Aaaah. The sweet outdoors. It is always, yes always changing.

And I think I’m different?