It looked like snow. It clumped together, clung to your shoes and covered the trail in fibrous hoarfrost. I might have seen an osprey over the town center wending along the Mill River.  Found $2 and saw a marmot or groundchuck. And the otter. It could be a different one, but who else lives in the area and rides a mini bike? Once he came to the Duane Reade and went inside with his helmet on. Today I only saw the helmet but the skinny frame was what I used for proof. And that’s the funny thing about truth, rarely is it not subjective, assumptive intuition creeps into the equation and our minds accept that as truth.