An unlooked-for perk to having my sleep cycle still a little bit out of whack is that I woke up early enough today to go hiking. It was very quiet; not many people come out to Muskatatuk in the middle of winter. It was cold, and gray, and the ground was squelchy beneath my feet, but I loved every minute of it. Besides, it wasn't that horrible mind-numbing cold so much as a bracing, invigorating cold, and there were a thousand subtle beauties along the trail. There was a place where it had become a shallow creek, and raindrops hanging from cedar boughs, and the odd purplish colour of the sleeping brambles. There were little brown-and-white birds flitting from branch to branch, silent but for the rustling of their wings. There was the lake washing in tiny wind-driven waves against the shore, and the stark symmetry of a drowned grove near the other side.
But on the way out was the best of all. The road leads past a handfull of swampy lakes, and I'd been glancing ahead to see if I could catch sight of the herons and egrets (one pair of each) I was seeing before it started getting too dark too early for me to hike as regularly, when I started catching glimpses of bright white through the trees. Once I was close enough to see what they were, I had to pull over and get out to watch. Swans! Dozens of them! I've been galavanting around this reserve off and on for a few years now and I've never seen more than maybe one or two pair there at once!
I can't help but hope that it might be a good omen. :-? Must look up their symbolism.
(The spiderweb necklace is progressing nicely. I've got the "frame" finished. Tonight's the hard part: the webbing, and making it look reasonably realistic. With any luck, I'll be able to post pictures tomorrow or the next day. For the moment, I believe I may see about making something dinner-y. I may need to go out for provisions...)