When I started my walk, it was drizzling., but it quickly started mixing with snow within the first five minutes, and it's been steady snow for about the last thirty minutes of my walk.. The smell of winter is in the air. What compelled me to take a break from my walk and post, was the sound of a distant locomotive air horn echoing throughout the valley. That sound is without a doubt, is my absolute favorite sound of of winter.. It's one of the most lonely an haunting sounds, but also quite majestic and beautiful at the same time. I find the locomotive horn to be a testament to some of the great generations that came before, and times when things just didn't move so damn fast.
30,000mm waterproofing doing its thing.