Tuesday, February 23, 2016

37 degrees and hunting

Numbness wraps around my fingers. A icy chill runs the length of my spine as if someone was slowly running an ice cube down the center of my back. A warm tingling sensation is felt at the top of my boots near the top laces where the boots tightly grasp my ankles. Steam distributes from my breath and the moisture fogs my glasses briefly. Cold Steel finds the soles of my boots and gradually creeps up my legs to my knees. The warmth of the sun finds my face with anticipation as I await the joy of the Suns arrival. I wouldn't trade these feelings for a morning in a warm bed to miss a great sunrise in the woods!



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