
Trivia night let out at midnight. The ground was still covered with a smooth layer of snow. The meltwater from the daytime sun had refrozen to make the snow crisp on top, like a cold crème brûlée. The moon was close to full. I had my camera.

I spent about twenty minutes traipsing through the woods along the banks of the creek. Not having a tripod made it impossible to get long-exposure without setting the camera down somewhere stable, so I ended up lying prone on the snow. Whilst my jacket and sweater made my top half well insulated, there was just a single layers of broadcloth separating my legs from the snow. I didn’t have a problem with the cold, but my body heat melted the snow, and I got wet.
But it was worth it.