When it’s cold, everything is much quiter
I declined Andrea’s ride tonight, opting to walk back from the SALT House instead. The night was perfectly clear, the stars bright, the moon half full and waxing. The thermometer reads 16 degrees—feels like one degree—and the cold has driven every creature into its hiding place. On the way over, only a pair of geese broke the silence; on the way back, it was just me and the river, which seemed to be moving a bit more hurriedly tonight than usual. On the way up the hill, Mt Deuce I think they call it, I scared something out of its hole, but it was too dark to see what it was.
It seems like so many of my friends have so long known about the wonders of the world, Ben especially, and I’m only just now finding the courage and the will to step outside and see for myself. Now I can’t help but loiter, even on cold nights like tonight, so that my footsteps disappear and so do I, into the night full of silent movement.
17 January 2005 |
tags: Personal
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