Dark Four In Cascadia

Daily notes from a plague winter


December 4th

Sun today, so, I went up to the Arboretum and hiked. Beautiful out on the trails, with the fresh smells from the cedars and firs. Every few minutes I'd pass another hiking group. A quick flip of the mask, step aside on the trail and let the group pass. Smiles happen with eyes, and hellos still feel like an alien encounter after nine months of 2020ing.