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feeling scared and then going outside

February 2nd started off as a bad day. Me and Vicky were taking turns having existential meltdowns about how scary the future feels. Sitting in the middle of a bitterly cold, dangerously icy winter, feeling powerless and trapped and small.

Wallowing was not going to change anything- I suggested we go to one of my favorite places in Boston, Mount Auburn Cemetery. Fighting the gravity of the couch, the television, we bundled up and ventured out.

The best thing about Mount Auburn Cemetery is that it’s different every time you go. It showcases the richness of the four seasons New England is spoiled by. The leaves we watched fall on our last visit were now encased in ice. The temperature battled with the layers of salt, giving texture and pattern to the icy walkways.

We spent about an hour in the cemetery, surrendering ourselves to the sounds, sights, and feeling of the ice. Playing and discovering. Soaking in the abbreviated sunlight, tuning in to the available beauty.