The snow was falling, and falling. The blizzard brought Washington, D.C. to a halt. There was no power in my apartment, but I had a coat and gloves and boots that were made for walking…or at least sloshing through some snow. So we walked. And we walked. The movie theaters had power, so we watched a movie, then we walked to a restaurant for lunch, then we went back and saw another movie. The city was so pretty in white. We felt like we owned the streets. They were so quiet, without all the traffic. We had absolutely no agenda. Nowhere to be. No one to answer to.
I don’t remember what movies we saw or where we ate. I just remember that it was an effortless day. A day that felt like just the right length. A day where we felt connected to each other and separate from everyone else.
I think the best part was that we didn’t plan any of it. It just happened. Remember that – when you’re making plans for the weekend, or the week, or your life. Some of the best times just happen.
That day in D.C., all snowy and popcorn-scented, goes down in my book as one of my favorite dates. What’s yours?