Walking
The low sun in February
It barely clears the trees. It is still the best light of the year.
Karin Moberg
In February the sun goes along the horizon instead of up. At two in the afternoon it shines straight through the forest and turns the snow orange.
I left work early to walk in it. I told my manager I had an appointment. That was true. The appointment was with the sun.
Shadows
Everything has a shadow ten times longer than itself. A fence post becomes a road. My own shadow reached the other side of the field. I waved at it. It waved back.
