“Keep your face to the sun,” Helen Keller said.
Hiking along Bear Creek in the cold, I am preoccupied with my comfort.
I’m weighing a dusting of snow with the brilliant green of invasive vines, delighted by the contrast.
“Keep your face to the sun,” she said.
I emerge from the woods, hungry for the warmth of the sun’s winter rays, and think of Helen Keller, the writer.
The cold sharpens my senses, and makes me realize that the creek never looks this blue, the green in the woods isn’t so brilliant when all the trees are in leaf.
I walk home, face to the sun, grinning.