As the sun disappeared after dinner, we bundled up to the hilt and braved the snowy streets for a magical nighttime walk.
I do love going for walks, especially with dear folks who make a jolly time of it. We trudged through mounds of snow and found a little park with a working Flying Fox that we simply had to try! We whizzed through the air, hovering over the snow and shrieking with fright as the speed nearly sent us catapulting into the logs holding up either end. It was grand fun.
I loved how the moon hidden behind the clouds rendered the landscape blue and glowy, the tree branches etched beautifully against the sky.
Before too long our jean legs were frozen stiff, our limbs chilled through and we happily trudged home again for eggnog and Amaretto.