We found ourselves quietly jostled with strangers, under the moonlight, in a creaking wooden wagon pulled by two shadowy mules. We puffed warm breaths skyward through the bare branches. A candlelight tour, an old homestead, and unseen sounds. Dark, cold winter draws near.
I enjoy Charles Frazier’s Cold Mountain each winter for the comfort of his imagery. Much of the lead character’s homeward southern odyssey is under the cover of darkness. The darkness brings Inman security. He moves as a shadow in a shadowy time, alone with his longing for home and beloved.
Our recent evening outing reminded me of Inman and of night walking. Can it be done?
It would be nice to share a quiet trail with the moonlight and a companion or the thoughts of a companion. The moon will be full this weekend and I have a place in mind.
