all alone, boots squeaking on freshly fallen snow. little if any traffic. quiet, dark, dull gray sky, perfect.
i made a snow angel in my neighbors back yard. her mother died last month and i thought maybe she would look out of her kitchen window while she is doing the dishes and see that her mother has not forgotten about her.
there is magic and mystery walking alone with a slight falling snow and lots of fresh powder on the ground. i had to chuckle to myself several times as i slid around walking the streets. i knew i could fall, but mostly i didn't want to injure a knee coming down hard on it.
somehow i felt close to God...and that made the night perfect.