Too icy to bike, not enough snow left to ski, I'm left using my own two feet to find some peace in the outdoors, away from everyone.
No confines of a building around me or business hours to strap me to a chair, just the open sky and cold, strong air to breathe in.
And there are so many treasures to find, just by looking a little lower or higher than I usually would.
Like small alien crafts that settle on a sapling branch.
Their civilizations already abandoned for other locations.