Crisscross
That night, we moved in perpendicular directions but for that small square of earth where our feet met in time and in space.
Not-Winter
The ice patterns were a chef’s kiss to the geometry that can only come from sheer chaos.
Expedition Here
We stopped in the lee of some bushes and sank to our hips when stepping off our skis. My pole disappeared all the way to its hilt when I applied even a minimal amount of weight.
After the Finish
This, more than anything , brought me a throat lump. I couldn’t believe they were using what little breath they had to encourage and to thank.