So last night, when I saw a good couple inches of fresh snow fallen after iaido, I struck forth and boldly again. A fellow iaidoka joined me and we tried hard to get lost. Hard, because we're both quite familiar with it, but despite that we still managed to discover an ice covered pond to stand by while we discussed the nature of life. I love the snow. I love icy ground (when I'm not hurting myself on it). My friend is like a monkey, and can easily catch herself as she falls, and bounces and lurks and stalks through trees like a veteran tripper, making the trip all the more enjoyable. It's nice being able to experience the wild with a fellow adventurer, especially when we're both wandering in moderately falling snow, still in our hakame and gi, with sword bags in tow. Winter is a great backdrop to life.
And so it was when we finally made it back to campus and I realised I'd just missed the last bus down town. Honestly, I welcome the cold and find it refreshing, and steadily walked through falling snow that grew so thick I couldn't see straight ahead. It was surprisingly warm, and I'm not sure why. My hands and neck and ankles were bare, my shoes slowly soaked with melt, I had no hat, my beard was frozen stiff and my head became a tray for a snowy dessert. And let I couldn't stop grinning as I tightened my balled fists burying into pockets. When I finally came through the door, and shook, it was like a fresh snow fall in my house. When I saw the mirror, I finally realised just how much snow had fallen, because I'd grown over an inch taller with snow.
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| I think I look a bit like a hardy hermit here, with an overly solid cranium |
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