pride, prejudice, and sour grapes
I have always liked being outside for still, quiet, deserted winter nights.
I just got back from a walk around the neighborhood. I'm rarely restless enough to walk around at 1 am, but I'm glad I did. It was unbelievably quiet, and it's true that sound carries farther in cold air. I could hear cars from blocks away on completely different streets. And the windchimes... I need to get some nice fat windchimes.
I walked past the neighborhood pool to look at it, and there I enjoyed being able to carefully tread across the top of the snow without sinking in.
I decided to walk down the middle of the road for as much of my walk as possible. This ended up being over 90% of the walk, and I only encountered a handful of cars--even for the block or two I walked up 50th street, right on the double yellow line. It was amusing to get the little badass feeling of walking down the middle of a street unchallenged. Is this the kind of thing everybody else did when they were younger? I wonder what it feels like on a highway.
I just got back from a walk around the neighborhood. I'm rarely restless enough to walk around at 1 am, but I'm glad I did. It was unbelievably quiet, and it's true that sound carries farther in cold air. I could hear cars from blocks away on completely different streets. And the windchimes... I need to get some nice fat windchimes.
I walked past the neighborhood pool to look at it, and there I enjoyed being able to carefully tread across the top of the snow without sinking in.
I decided to walk down the middle of the road for as much of my walk as possible. This ended up being over 90% of the walk, and I only encountered a handful of cars--even for the block or two I walked up 50th street, right on the double yellow line. It was amusing to get the little badass feeling of walking down the middle of a street unchallenged. Is this the kind of thing everybody else did when they were younger? I wonder what it feels like on a highway.