The past couple of days I've had some enjoyable winter walks. Our thick blanket of snow is settling, day by day, compacting, growing denser. Too deep to comfortably walk through, it has stayed undisturbed for the most part, with cars and people confined to the plowed, shoveled and snow-blown paths.
Temperatures have dropped into the teens at night and risen well above freezing during the day. Even the cold mornings have been nice to be out in, because the wind has been calm. Tonight I walked home from the Metro station about 8 pm. I was dressed to be warm, and the night was quiet and light from the reflecting snow and clouds.
The first few cold spells of winter always seem harsh, but then I grow to enjoy the fresh, brisk air on my skin, the crunch of ice and squeak of cold snow under my feet, the patterns of light and shadow on the smooth white snow.
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