A night wanderer am I. In the cold, dark, solitude of winter, nighttime walks offer so much. It takes much more to prepare to walk outside. The air smells electric. Passersby are suddenly new comrades as we are together in the harshness of the winter night.
But truly, it is the solitude that feels profound. Like a frozen molecule floating through the blackness of space; in-between the pockets of light and life; we can ask ourselves, Who Am I and Why?
Returning home to a man cooking dinner, excited about his food and sharing it with me, takes on new meaning after even a brief moment in the cold.