Quiet morning, starting sunny and 13 degrees, turning overcast, then hazy. Calm. Sand hard, but not frozen solid to the top. 13,100 lines drawn between rocks and pebbles. Three layers of gloves, two pairs of socks (one wool), two hats plus two hoods, jeans with running tights underneath and five layers on top including insulated running jacket, like a wet suit. It was great to see the sun. So many of these lines go unnoticed - might even blow away before anyone even wonders what they are there for. Again, it reminds me of Iraqi widows who are under the wire, not seen from or heard about.