And this is winter. I step out the door into the night, the creak squeak of snow under foot. The moon slipping now over the mountains to light like day. Moon. Snow. Shadows black.
Photo: City of Fernie
The snow packed on the front walk and hard on the streets. Slippery, yet with caution, a hidden grip accompanies the right pace.
The long mornings. The first light coming after seven. The sun finally hitting the peaks an hour later. And a long two hours more to reach the streets of town. A parsing of warmth.
Photo: Steve Morrison
And the Lizard Range is pink in the alpen-glow, the sun dropped. Chill. The day slowly fades into another night.
This is winter.
