I went snowshoeing tonight with folks from HCT and some of our friends. We did a guided “full moon tour” up at Mount Seymour. It was so much fun! At first I was a little apprehensive. We headed off on a flattened uphill trail. The cold air was getting harder to breathe and I was thinking, “is this all we will be doing?” Then things got fun. It snowed last week so there were many pristine unbroken patches of white. Some covered in crispy frost and others were powdery and felt like butter to walk through. I kept on thinking about shortbread cookies…don’t know why. I forgot how much fun jumping in snow is, or sliding downhill, or falling - falling can be the best part. I also forgot how much I love the sound of nighttime + cold air + steps in snow. The atmosphere leaves me feeling very free and peaceful. Yeah winter is cold - but I’m happy that I grew up with snow. I would love to snowshoe everyday.