Ice and the remnants of snowbanks along the trail.
The sound of the melting snow dripping from the trees.
The sound of the stream.
The water was clear,
flowing over the rocks through ice and patches of snow.
The air getting colder.
The constant fear of an authoritarian knock on the door.
I shivered.
Ahead an incongruous tall metal tower-like structure was visible.
Its presence on the hillside
unwelcome.
I looked the other way as I continued up the steep path.
It was now narrow and rocky.