I woke to freshly powdered mountain tops.
The sun was up, but undercover...I don't blame her.
I layered a sweater, a coat, and winter hat over summer skin, and pulled on my coziest socks that had been retired for the season.
It felt odd, the weight of all the layers this late in the year.
I walked outside through the fog of my own breath, birds singing as if it were any other morning,
voices carried through a current of woodsmoke in the breeze.