Night walks are quite therapeutic, and many of my best reflections happen when the moon is out, especially under the lonely yet peaceful blanket that is winter. On a similar note, I found this essay about "street sauntering" by Virginia Woolf Street Haunting: A London Adventure "The hour should be the evening and the season winter, for in winter the champagne brightness of the air and the sociability of the streets are grateful"
Here are some photos of Loki in snowy champagne brightness, with accompanying quotes from the 1927 piece.
Nightie night!