Late on this February evening, we were walking in the quiet , empty, snowed-blanketed streets in our neighborhood. We talked about this and that, and about the movie we had just seen at the Film museum directed by Luis Buñuel, as part of the series titled Golden Age: Mexican Cinema, 1930 – 1954.

I also reflected on how I used to walk my dog in the park late every night and early each morning, and how nice it was to enjoy those silent moments together.

It had started snowing lightly again at 6, right before we went in to see the film; by the time we left the cinema the world was once again dusted in white. The comfortable, soft rhythm of walking in the snow felt good. It was so nice to move slowly and be together and enjoy our life.