It makes me want to turn on the lights.
Really isn't a lot of what we do (at least in the northern hemisphere) at this time of year about lights or lack of them? Maybe I'm just getting old, but it seems like the cold dark night is no longer a place I want to wander around in.
I remember though, walking through the snow. With the flakes falling down so silently around me. The enveloping darkness like a cloak, like a friend. The only sound the crunching of my booted feet walking amongst the ghostly trees, wondering if I had lost the trail, not really caring if I did.
It seems like it was a long time ago.
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