One of many wonderful things about deep winter here in the Northeast is full moon hiking. Out in a nighttime forest, civilization recedes, and something – more primeval – emerges; you become just another animal abroad on the land. The senses, particularly hearing, will sharpen to find a new equilibrium. Safety seems less assured, the town distant. You move beyond your comfort zone, go as deep and as long into the night as you dare, and eventually turn back, to hearth and home, a bit wilder for the experience.