…about that night in February. it was February 27th to be exact. and I remember it perfectly. that night around 8, there was some solid cloud cover; with a headlamp you could see six, maybe eight feet in front of you. by 10 though, the moon was beaming down and made the world glow. i may have not seen many nights of snow (although I did have a white halloween), but I have never seen a night like that in my life. the snow perfectly outlined each detail of the landscape, making even the needles of the conifers clear and crisp. a smooth, even, layer of snow lay atop the roof of ranch as if drawn in by a cartoonist. and there was no stream of electrons moving through the grids to taint the night. the moonlight didn’t need help. and everything was so still. i felt as if i was ripping up a painting as my footprints appeared on the boardwalk leading to ranch. and nights like that have existed for millions of years. before humans and cities and electricty. it was the way the world was supposed to be, and it was real. even if it didn’t feel like it. i don’t remember who exactly was with me that night, but if you were, you should remember i was so excited. it was more than mere excitement though, it was this sense of pure, innocent, sense of wonder and awe. a feeling that you rarely feel once you grow up.
well thanks for reading my 3 am musings.