+43° 39' 00", -71° 47' 41"

The wooded trail is muddy but passable. It is raining. It is an hour before nightfall, and I am running because I have to. Large rocks surrender their traction to lichens. I scamper over a ridge, crack the white noise of weather on terrain, and startle a small herd of deer. One is separated from the rest. The conifer leaves are deep and soft; the galloping is heavy and real.