crunching

I pretty much never go out at night in the dead of winter unless I have to, which means picking up a kid or something like that, so I am usually in a car and not in the yard.  These days I am in the yard, suggesting to sweet pea that she "go bathroom" or possibly something that would be inappropriate for small children to hear for number twos, but I have to get my giggles soemwhere!  

I totally forgot how beautiful and still a winter night can be.  I forgot how alive the night sky is with stars and how friendly the cold can feel when the air doesn't move at all.  Also, I live on a busy street so it is incredibly nice to be out there without a sound except for my own feet crunching the frozen grass.