The morning is already bright and mild but the roads are empty when I head out. Trying to find paths not directly climbing the mountain, I am still out of breath before I've even started. Altitude strangles the oxygen in your lungs, turns your legs to lead. I keep trying. At the edge of the little town, I upend on a forest trail, climbing over snow mounds and turning off the music to listen to birdsong and wood peckers.
The mountain air whispers something. It's finally starting to become clear just what.
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