I love blizzards and we were hit with a big one last night. After sunset, when the world was slowing and people were snug in their warm homes, I bundled up and headed out for a walk. It was cold and windy and I was alone in my neighborhood. There were no cars, no plows, and no noise other than the wind. Houses were illuminated by the white lights within and the colored lights hanging from exterior eaves and railings. It was lovely.
After all the chaos of Christmas and travel, it was nice to be home. I was happy that we arrived back before the brunt of the snow hit and the girls were none the worse for all the time in the car. As I approached the house at the end of my blizzard walk, I got to see my house and my life from the outside. Vivi was running around in her pajamas, Jude and Ellie were dancing, the new toys were scattered around the floor, and my husband was half paying attention to a muted football game on television. From the silence of the street, I felt grateful that the people, the house, and all the chaos contained within are mine.
With that in mind, I took another walk tonight.