It was likely the last walk of the year on Thursday and the weather was ideal. Temperatures were in the lower sixties and the sun hung brightly with a couple hours of daylight left. North Georgia thawed after several days of cold with the lowest temperature of the period recorded at my house of seven degrees. There was a night of snow flurries earlier in the week and you could not have asked for finer weather over Christmas, if you like cold.
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| Ice covers a swamp. Photo by me. December 2022. |
Many of the creeks, ponds and swamps in the shaded areas of the wooded ridges remained iced over. It was a cold snap to remember. Winter walks are the best walks of that I am certain.
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| Photo by me. December 2022. |
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| Photo by me. December 2022. |
Several deer were spotted roaming and foraging along the creeks and trails.
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| Photo by me. December 2022. |
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| Photo by me. December 2022. |
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| Photo by me. December 2022. |
The geese landed as the day faded from afternoon to evening.
I had plenty on my mind and I walked six miles over the hills and through the shadows of early winter. I wonder what readers thought of Uncivil X, I thought about the next novel and when it takes place and I thought about a project that I really would like to tackle, but I was uncertain if there would be any interest in it. My mind filled with hesitancy and uncertainty as 2022 ends. It was a long year and I put in a lot of work that I am unsure of and there was plenty of frustration at times. Futility seemed to sit on my shoulders, but better that than complacency and cowardice.
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| December 2022. |
Onward to 2023. I hope it to be less frustrating and containing more happiness, patience and better conversations.
Thank you for reading.
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