11.20.15 Stark white clouds racing, sun shining bright

I was standing there on the dirt road by High Hadley Fields, buffeted by the winds screaming across the land, pressing into me, into the woods and the stream, and rearing its head as it plummeted toward the range. Stark white clouds racing, the sun shining bright, and the adolescent crows dipping and playing all about, a moment of lightheartedness before the challenges of cold and dark.