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I couldn’t go for my forest walk last weekend because of the snowstorm, but today I finally set foot in the woods again. Following the footprints left by the hardcore hikers, I found that sinking deep into the snow with each step had its own charm, though it was a bit tiring. Since it was already 5 p.m. when I entered the forest, I needed to hurry, but the snow was so deep that I had no choice but to move slowly, one careful step at a time.
After walking for a while, I suddenly came face‑to‑face with another hiker on the narrow path. I wondered whether I should step aside, but he stepped off into the deep snow himself to let me pass. Because the snow was piled so high throughout the forest, it was much easier to walk only where someone had already packed it down—but that path was extremely narrow. You have no choice but to follow the tracks others have made; you can’t simply go wherever you want.
Perhaps this is just how the human heart works—always seeking something new. Around this time of year, it’s usually rare to meet anyone in the forest, but today I encountered quite a few people. In fact, I think hikers love winter mountains because when the forest is covered in snow like this, the pure white landscape refreshes and clears our minds.
My Story (193) Snow Walk in the Woods
