FIELD LOG — “Footprints in the Frost”

Dr. Nancy Rightwood
Oct 2
1 min read

Updated: Oct 15

The season’s first frost outlined every secret the forest tried to keep. I found a set of heavy, fresh prints — perfect stride, balanced on slick ground.

I ran for casting supplies.When I came back, the frost was gone.Only the smell of pine and something metallic lingered in the air.

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