24 Views of Squak Mountain: Mid-January

The Long Dark.

That’s what I call this time now.

The Winter Holidays have ended and Spring feels far away. Daylight is increasing….but that feels theoretical: you won’t notice it until Spring.

It’s just dark.

And cold.

When the sun is out, we lose the insulation of the clouds and so it’s even colder.

When the clouds are here, it’s warmer but dark to the point of dusk all day.

Take your pick: you’ll get one or the other or sometimes both.

Most of all, everything is static, frozen in time and place (sometimes literally).

The death of the Fall and the destruction of early Winter are done. And the damage and aftermath lie all around us.

The mountain beauty is cold, severe, harsh. Reminding us that people really do die in the wilderness out here.

The harder the winter, the greater the promise of Spring. But that’s a long ways away.

For now, all we can do is keep moving, even against the cold, static background of Winter.

Because to stop is to die and to die and die a slow, cold, wasting death.

Sometimes the greatest thing we can do is just get up and move that day.