I was snowshoeing
And it was spectacular, a mild -28C with no wind. I could hear my heart beating, a few song birds singing, the river running
and then a few too many twigs and small branches breaking close by.
My imagination got the better of me. I tried to be calm and face down my fears, so alone in the woods and far from any assistance. I tried to stop imagining sighting a cougar camouflaged in the trees and how it would feel to be ripped to pieces by one; my blood turning the pristine snow drifts red.
I really need to stop watching Planet Earth right before bed.