The main roads were plowed by Saturday, but wind chill kept me inside. By yesterday, though, temps edged up to the high 30s, and I was itching to leave the house. Would the Reston trails be clear?
Some were, and those that weren't I avoided, snapping a photo instead.
I trod paths I haven't walked in a while, passed the "laughing tree," which now sports a white mustache.
There was a thin layer of frosting on bowed limbs, like a squiggle of toothpaste on a toothbrush.
I hiked for more than an hour. I was not alone.
