Unclear

I heard the owls tonight on my walk; low and quiet, but persistent. Impossible to see them in the trees, of course. I continued onto the dark trail that goes through the woods. It hadn’t been cleared, but the snow was packed down along a path—difficult to see, since it was just as white as the rest of the snow. I felt my way along the length of it, gently weaving within the bumpy, shallow rut. And I saw the silhouettes of 3 or maybe 4 animals far off in one of the snow-covered fields. (Deer? Must have been.) I paused for a couple of minutes to see if they might come closer, but they kept their distance and I finally realized further waiting was pointless.

It’s frustrating to not be able to see things clearly. Holding still is helpful to both see and hear small details, but the walk was the point. I needed to feel the exertion and the cold night air after too many hours of sitting still and trying to see a clear way through a complex set of technical issues at work. I didn’t have a solution when I got back, but I did have the feeling that any movement along a narrow path would be helpful.