the chill remaining, hills topped in cloud, an early start... misplacing the trail entrance and ending up taking stock in a park, cold stream between rocks, blue magpies swooping through the trees... back at the bus station, up into the hills, dark slopes falling, the city shrouded, the misty lake, however, was clear, the surrounding grasslands and trees shimmering restlessly in the wind, the upper slopes, their humps and hollows, that specific tone of green making me think of the sma' glen, distances in both miles and minutes...