We walk to clear our minds, to let ideas bubble up and overflow into needed conversation, and to settle down into the quiet of nature.
Snow falls. Pine trees rise up overhead and capture armfuls of fresh snow that remind me of whipped cream.
We walk and walk until our cheeks sting with cold. We return refreshed and rosy as we tear off boots and coats.
Maybe we’ll return as evening comes and the owls swoop down and the moonlight turns the snow to jewels.
When the day feels too much, we go to the woods.