The end of winter marks the time when I started to walk the Pate Hollow trail on an almost daily basis, to stay physically fit and mentally sane.
I know this trail like a close friend, in every mood and season. I mostly walked in the early morning hours, but lately I enjoyed the late evenings, after sunset, using a flashlight for the last half an hour.
The light at dawn has a different quality than at dusk, it has a certain tiredness to it that I can’t explain, but which feels good, like being tired after having persisted, through a day, or through a year.
There is also a certain urgency to this hour, to complete the circle before the time is up.
Darkness enables intimacy — maybe because it forces us to focus harder, maybe because the visible is so close by.
A year has passed. I will treasure every minute spent with a good friend.