moonlight

In my obsession to get fresh air, I sometimes have to sacrifice sunlight, which means taking a walk at night.

It's good we live on a gravel road because of course it would be a little silly to walk down the shoulder of a major highway at 9 o'clock at night. Of course, the hog truck and two accompanying vehicles who were on the gravel last night while I was, probably wondered about why I was pushing a running stroller down the road at that time. Sam was in the stroller and snow pants and boots go on top of footed pajamas quite nicely to keep him warm.

But the moon was so bright and the wind was only a small sharp breeze.

Like the Nike running poster I had once says, ..."the roads are always open."