Yesterday. Opened with chirps and fluttering birds through woody plants. Ice patches covered any parts of the trail. I felt like I was playing lava on the playground trying to avoid the ice. There’s this fear, fear of slipping and falling into something prickly or into the stream. I had to go around where the leaves were, carefully observing the cracks, holding onto tree bark as I stepped forward. It took about twenty minutes to maneuver myself to my spot. I tripped twice. Heard Pileated woodpeckers peck, with the weather changing they are starting to come out of their holes. Cardinals fly somewhere in the distance behind the stream. So many songs, circulate the air like blood. Today. I still feel sore.