I woke up this morning to a house and yard enveloped by heavy, white air. Rain was coming down, and the ground was covered with several inches of icy slush. It was hard not to feel as gloomy as the weather.

A walk in the woods is my antidote for gloom. In the woods the weather is almost always better. You are protected. The trees take the brunt of a cold rain or a harsh wind. And even if you do come home cold and wet, your spirits are high, and your mind is clear.

And how could that not be the case when you walk with a friend who exudes joy in every move. And you are her joy just as she is yours.