From the Journal of Aframos Longjourney, Pilgrim
With notes by Avos Torr, Scholar of Rheve Library
Byrday, 15th Cycle, Seventh Year, 81st Turn
Fourteenth Day in the Trees
Snow. I have heard of it, of course, but I had never seen it before1. I hadn't been certain at first, when I saw the small drifts in the shadows of bushes and rocks, but when I touched it, it was cold as Firstnight, and turned to water in my hands.
I had noticed it had been getting colder as I walked, but I had not thought anything of it. But seeing snow, I realized that it must be much colder. How is this possible, when it was so hot only a cycle ago? I had not thought I had travelled so far.
I thought to keep going through, but soon the snow was getting ever deeper, even reaching into places where the sun fell2. When the path was no longer clear of it, I had to turn back. My robes are not enough to keep me warm. Until I can find a place to get something warmer, I will need to turn back. It will mean backtracking a cycle, but I have time.
It will mean chancing more encounters with the intruder, but it cannot be helped. Perhaps I will find something that will be of some help.
At least I know most of the dangers on the way, as well good places to camp. I should be able to make the return trip without incident.