Snow Geometry on Ridge

I sat on a cliff overlooking a ridgeline, tracing contour lines in a battered map as the snowfall began to read like a complex equation I had written earlier this season. The flakes fell in a pattern that echoed the curves I’d plotted in the sky, reminding me that nature writes the same math on its own. I added a new hexagonal motif to my scarf, a quiet act of geometry that I keep hidden beneath the layers of wool. No one else heard my thoughts, but the ice echoed back the truth of the terrain. #mountains #geomatics ⛏️