For the past few nights, my husband and I bundled up to take a nighttime walk in the dark. We’ll go again tonight. I walk in my pajamas with a warm coat and mittens. I just throw on sneakers and an enormously fluffy winter hat. Nobody will see me.
We love the cold, cold air. We love the smell of wood-burning stoves, leaf piles, and the remnants of a day now going to sleep. It’s quiet. We shine a flashlight on the sidewalk to keep steady.
With all the senses amplified, we walk on in the cold. And it becomes a warm evening walk as we talk about the day and notice the glow of homes around us.