We awakened to a cloudy and frosty morning. K and I wandered a hillside near our house with scattered boulders and pine trees, all coated on their east sides with hoar frost.
A little later, I took R for a short mountain bike ride through aspen groves that resembled white lace. R didn't notice the beauty. He was busy working on his "Cheoah snow slide" form.
At the end of the day, K and I enjoyed a quiet walk, just the two of us, as dusk fell on a still and frigid forest. I rejoice in every step that I can hike with K.