The turning
Sumac in the fog
As quickly as the mercury plummeted, it started to inch its way back north, first to the single digits, then the teens, and upwards through the 20s to the above-freezing mark. When this happens, the air turns softer, and the snow gives up its moisture as a chilly fog. There was rain in the forecast and even warmer, almost-springlike temperatures predicted soon enough. I got in one last cross-country ski trek on very sloppy snow, then went out for a hike. The water droplets on sumac berries caught my eye, and in the mist, I stopped and captured the first chapter of winter on the run.
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