February 5, 2015
   
Rose at 4 and walked in the surprisingly clement night wind. Tested out the new sidewalks, which are broad and gleamed slightly under the moon, over which the clouds rushed knotty and plated as a crocodile’s back. My hollies sent off a blackish gleam into the air. Will said he saw the plans for the walks, and that they are not coming to my side, and so my hollies and my great pine are secure. This was a load off my heart, at least a 30th part of the whole weight. The walk was a prayer, I realize now, though what God and I have to say to each other at this point is hard to tell. Did the random lights mean that other people were awake?