Conundrum
November 11th, 2026
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For two hours during the walk, I struggled with a conundrum: it wasn’t raining, but after the overnight light snow and mucky moisture in the air, all the branches in the forest dripped right onto my head. I had a woolly hat on, but some droplets sneakily made their way onto my scalp, and I didn’t like the cold wetness of my head. I pulled on the hood of my autumn jacket, but then I was much too hot. So I walked with my head either wet or too hot, without any resolution. I planned to take this particular walk for a while. I wanted to walk all the paths in my forest in a continuous walk. Many times I would sit down and plan my route, but I never could figure out the best way since there were always sections where I would have to double back or walk twice. So, each time I would leave it for a more convenient time when I would have time to figure it out. Today, I just started walking. I never thought more than two or three turns ahead, and that was enough. I have walked all the paths, some sections twice, and I’ve been to one place — Łysa Górka — three times, each time from a different direction, and since it’s a well-known spot for Baba Yaga sightings, I didn’t mind at all. The conundrum of hat/hood remains unresolved, but I can try tomorrow and might come to a solution then. If not, there will be another day for it.
