It is a cold and clear day. It is only late afternoon, but it is almost dark. You get bundled up and go outside. You march out the door, take a few steps, and hoot out into your yard. Hoot! Hoot! Footprints, snow tunnel, fallen branches, squirrel nest, milkweed pods, icicles. This is your world today, shared by all, belonging to anyone. This yard is a place of peace. Now it is snowing. You catch snowflakes on your tongue. Your head weaves after them. Your cheeks turn cold. The sky turns dark. The moon appears. The moon is so bright; its light reflects off the snow. You take a few steps. You stand still. It is so quiet. You hear only your breath, and if you listen carefully, the snow falling to the ground and on you.