Day 50: I went walking during a slow time at work today with my mind focused on taking photos of the larger winter scene, but it was not icicles hanging from the buildings at Longmire which caught my eye, nor the clear prisms of ice dangling from every bough. It was not the waterfalls halted in mid-flow, nor the unsullied white canvas of Longmire Meadow. It was the sight of one brave young Douglas fir defying the soulless frost, a paradigm of survival, which gave the dimensions of the season's footprint. I read in this stalwart, strapling youth's determination a lesson it would do well for us all to remember: in adversity, you will come to know that you are greater than you believe yourself to be.
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