Comfort of the Dark

I am always amazed at how many people are scared by the dark. Perhaps my lack of fear goes back to all the time I spent back country camping up north and canoe tripping as a kid at camp. Tonight I took the dog out quickly down the street to the park. Lucky for me our street backs onto farmer's fields, we are on the edge of town so I get a bit of dark. In the dark it is almost like you can connect with the elements in a more basic level. Cold droplets of rain striking your face as the wind whips through your hair. The cold of your hands while the rest of you is wrapped in a jacket (man, I actually thought of mitts as I walked the dog) and how good it feels to run and chase your dog in the park like a total nut... Don't mind the rain. Don't mind the snow. Don't mind much as long as I can dress for it! And I always like the feelings of the weather that much better at night. Resting in a tent, walking down the street, sitting on the deck enjoying the dark wrapping around you.