The days have gotten so short and rainy it’s difficult to get outside when it’s light. I was getting grouchy about how hard it is to get a walk, until I decided I would just have to make friends with walking in the dark.
This is the city after all. It’s never truly dark here, unless all the power goes out. And my local park has those wonderful Narnian lamp posts.
I’m reveling in the low light and empty sidewalks. The paths under the trees have become mysterious again, the familiarity of months of visits giving way to a new glamor as shadows gather close.
Returning to the warmth and light of my house after passing alone through the cold and dark makes home more precious. Gratitude for the blessing of shelter could be one of winter’s best gifts.