The Last Walk of 2022

 


It was likely the last walk of the year on Thursday and the weather was ideal. Temperatures were in the lower sixties and the sun hung brightly with a couple hours of daylight left. North Georgia thawed after several days of cold with the lowest temperature of the period recorded at my house of seven degrees. There was a night of snow flurries earlier in the week and you could not have asked for finer weather over Christmas, if you like cold.

Ice covers a swamp. Photo by me. December 2022.

Many of the creeks, ponds and swamps in the shaded areas of the wooded ridges remained iced over. It was a cold snap to remember. Winter walks are the best walks of that I am certain.

Photo by me. December 2022.

Photo by me. December 2022.

Several deer were spotted roaming and foraging along the creeks and trails.

Photo by me. December 2022.

 

Photo by me. December 2022.

Photo by me. December 2022.
 

The geese landed as the day faded from afternoon to evening. 


I had plenty on my mind and I walked six miles over the hills and through the shadows of early winter. I wonder what readers thought of Uncivil X, I thought about the next novel and when it takes place and I thought about a project that I really would like to tackle, but I was uncertain if there would be any interest in it. My mind filled with hesitancy and uncertainty as 2022 ends. It was a long year and I put in a lot of work that I am unsure of and there was plenty of frustration at times. Futility seemed to sit on my shoulders, but better that than complacency and cowardice.


December 2022.

Onward to 2023. I hope it to be less frustrating and containing more happiness, patience and better conversations.

Thank you for reading.