150 Days of Winter... a 100 Day + Project
The sun doesn’t rise until 8:00 am and it’s hardly done its job before skimming off the horizon by five. If you are a late sleeper don’t blink, you’ll miss the light.
I am challenged to get outside before the dusk. The blur of routine eats hours, then I’m mustering the last of my will to go, complete the task, just enough for today. I’d rather be cozy and warm. But I promised. Even if it’s dusk. Even if I’m walking in the desaturated shadows of winter darkness. Even if I start to imagine noises in the dark.
When I get up in the night, I wake to moon light pouring silver through the windows. Outside the light reflects off the snow; glittering hoarfrost and long shadows. This elven world is painted in shades of twilight blue.
When I was a teen I walked the woods during moonlit nights. I took my dog with me, a stout and well fed black and white malamute. I walked miles into the forest trails, made possible by various vehicles and snowmobiles packing down the path. That dog went bounding into the banks, throwing up puffs of snow, then running to catch up with me. Only to repeat the action. Tongue lolling, snow balls gathering in his fur, after tolerating the summer heat he was comfortable even during the coldest weather snaps. I gave up leashing him. The payment for leashing that beast was to get dragged through the woods when he had a notion.
Deep winter is one of my favorite times of the year. I love the cold air and the crunch of snow.
I love the complete silence.
I love waking up to a landscape transformed.
The last time I walked in the woods at night I saw something. I still don’t know or understand what I saw. Shadows and imagination? Was it coyotes working a deer carcass? Something bigger? What was my dog’s reaction? I can’t remember.
My memory of it is fuzzed. I know there was fear and I didn’t take a closer look. I didn’t feel safe out there anymore, 150 lb of dog or not.
Memory is stored in my body as much as in my brain. Walking on a cold winter evening folded my timeline in my head. I am here, now 41, and I’m 15 then walking the moon kissed landscape in wonder of the beauty. I am both forever 15 and 41 simultaneously▪️