I walked to town to meet a friend for coffee yesterday morning. It was 8:30 a.m, just getting light. The snow and fog is on the mountains. All prayers are for snow.
Today after work, we headed to Girdwood Park to play some Frisbee gulf. Its an awesome place with ramps for skate boarders and people refining their moves for the slopes.
After a few tries, I learned my skills lie elsewhere. I watch, cheer, walk the paths.
Normally the playground is filled with kids. Its pretty brisk today and in spite of the perfect blue skies, the kids aren't here. I've crawled all through these forts and tunnels. Amazing construction.
As the sun set, I made my way home. The street lights are coming on. Its 4 p.m.
This is frost, not snow. The field is now navigable. An open invitation to cross country travel, the place is now solid ground.