Field note of the day

In the mountains every step rings on rock, and the air grows thin and clear.

Today I come across a Frost Bud — tiny · piebald · ears · wreath.

Buds stay shut as long as you watch. Look away and wait, and you hear a soft pop.

If you want to meet one yourself: Mountains, Glacier. It cannot be caught — only won over.

— from the Wanderer’s notes

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