It is an early late fall, foggy morning with frost blanket the landscape from the first snow of the season. Although it is early morning, the frost and fog set a more relaxing pace. It is at once beautifully scenic and hard to see far into the distance, so I walk slowly on the trail.
I crunch twigs and dried leaves fallen from trees under my boots. Overnight the landscape has changed from warm autumn to frost and cold; and any vestiges of fall are covered under the snow. Still I’m thrilled to see the first snowfall early in the morning.
The sound of a hawk flying over tells me I’m not the only early riser to enjoy the woods. I see footprints on the trail and hear the voices of others up ahead. I could try to catch up with them, but I’m enjoying my relaxing pace.