Last night Josh came home from work and I bundled up and headed out. With the temperature well below zero Abigail stays inside but I need my time outside. I love my walks, the solidarity of the 1.1 miles I walk each and every day.
Bundled up in boots, snow pants, coat, scarf, hat and bright reflective vest I head out. The night was so black with no moon. The stars were amazing. A flashlight lights the two feet in front of me and my breath freezes the skin and hair around my face. It is here on my dirt road that I work out anger, stress, frustration and move into reflection, contemplation and soon feel rejuvenated.
I see the lights on in windows, smell the woodstove smoke, hear the crunch of my boots on snow and see animal tracks racing along the side of the road. As I reach my mailbox and turn back home I see the hill covered with small flickering lights of those at home. I think of the books being read, conversations being had, dinners being made and families gathering together.
When I walk up my driveway I see the lights on in my house. I think of Josh, of Abigail and of all this house holds for me. I come in the door ready, ready to be a wife, a mother and most of all just me.