Deceptively calm and bright,
Chill winter climb alone up unfamiliar mountain trails.
Bootprints before me turn back or aside,
Until only small-foot mammal tracks precede me to alpine ponds.
"Can't get lost here," I think,
as I retrace the woodland superhighway I had climbed with focus.
Free to wander in my mind now,
Adjust layers, notice the flurries, rejoin familiar footprints descending.
No drama after all.