A cold walk
Winter has made its arrival. This was no easy slide into winter. It was swift, bringing everything with it that winter has to offer... ice, snow, wind, and the kind of cold that seeps through all but the heaviest coat.
We walk together but drawing into ourselves because of the cold. Periodically we turn our backs to the wind, searching for some shelter with our own bodies. This is not the easy walk of a warm summer night. It is a hard bitter walk made more difficult by our desire and longing for the slow ease and playful amble. Tonight the walk is business.
But winter and cold has brought beauty if you look for it. There is a visual sharpness and contrast - lights are brighter and dazzle in the blackened night. Tonight a yellow moon hangs low above the horizon, shrouded in clouds. She follows us home, traveling across the rooftops, to see us safely back indoors. It will be a bitter cold night for the moon tonight, but she is more beautiful because of the crystal air.
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