#DARK MOONLIGHT SNOW FULL#

There is doing all this with other women. There is crunching through a carpet of fresh snow, reflecting the moonlight and lighting the way. There is hiking on the hills at the edge of the city, usually busy with people but empty now except for a few silhouetted horned cattle. Now is a chance to turn off artificial light from torches вЂ“В which can draw unwanted attention вЂ“В and really see beyond a small halo of vision.

#DARK MOONLIGHT SNOW FULL#

There is walking at night and then there is walking by the light of a clear full moon. Human night vision slowly unfolds as the minutes pass, honing all the other senses the process of becoming a nocturnal animal is a powerful one. There is a reclaiming of the night and a mating of two strange bedfellows: exhilaration and peacefulness. There is empowerment in being a woman who walks at night, in rewriting the script of fear that runs alongside the female experience of the city. To become the people who lurk in the shadows. The ability to blend in with the night is a lure: to become enveloped by the darkness and the security of not being seen. The darkness, and the cold of winter, keep others away bringing a stillness and communion with things that are bigger than the us вЂ“В the moon, the stars, the far distant horizons. There is pleasant disorientation even in familiar terrain. The experience of it is so different from walking in the daytime. There is something about walking at night.

Dark moonlight snow