Since I don't celebrate Easter, a hike seemed in order. I woke up to a skiff of new snow, but remained undaunted. The sun was out after a few days of rain, and nobody was at the trailhead.
Some sections of the trail were snowy, while others were clear.
I came to a flooded section and sensed doom, but found a way around it.
There are some cute bridges on the trail.
The lake was still frozen. I sat on the rocks and listened to birds and wind in the trees, all those sounds that keep going on whether we are here to listen or are in some place beyond hearing.
Some people go to church for solace and peace; others go to yoga class. I go to the woods.