Last night, Chris and I went for a walk around 10:30. It had been snowing for quite some time by then, so we layered up, zipped up our big coats, and put on our boots.
As we were walking through the streets, it was amazing to feel the pure, quiet, serenity that was present even on streets that are bustling come daytime. There were only a handful of cars on the streets, struggling to make their way home.
As Chris and I continued to walk toward Sheridan Rd, we crossed a large field, used for sports and other Northwestern activities.
We frolicked.
And played.
And Chris drug me in the snow.
And I spelled "I {heart}
U!" in the snow.
And I ran a little.
And then we walked home.
Through Kendal College Haunted Indian Burial Grounds, as Chris and I like to pretend.
Tracking the deer, and rabbits, and dogs that went before us.
Following the footsteps of those who walked before us.
Saying, "Thank you" to someone shovelling the snow off the sidewalk, and given the cold shoulder.
Then returning home, stripping off the layers of cold, wetness.
And warming up with our kitties.
It was lovely.
