9:16:54 AM

Thaw. Meltwater pools over frozen ground.
The snow is down to its last couple of inches.

6:13:31 PM

At dusk, a thin fog hovers over the snow, just at eye level. From a
distance there’s no boundary, the ground blending imperceptibly into
the air. We walk in the middle of it, shapeless, not quite holding
together ourselves, as if the fog were pulling us slowly apart.