My feet hurt. My brain was foggy. I had a lot of chores to do. And only 30 minutes remained before sunset.
But a commitment is a commitment, even when keeping one is inconvenient and uncomfortable.
So I walked through the swirling wind. Moving up, down, and sideways, the falling snow resembled swarming bugs at a spotlight during a summer night. Once in the woods, the wind was broken and the scene calmed down. I calmed down. My sour attitude adjusted; I was glad I got to see and feel the snowy evening. I was connected once more.
Even so, tomorrow is the last of January, and I’ll be happy to see it go.