Kim, blogger at Enlightened Horsemanship, wrote recently about her impending move: Cold Feet Masquerade. In that post, she talked about what she’ll miss in Virginia and asked what her readers like about where they live.

Last night when I was at the barn, I had one of those experiences that makes me grateful for living outside Boston: the call of the Great Horned Owl. There is something incredibly magical about being outside at dusk and hearing the call of an owl. January and February are nesting season for them and the time when I most often hear their call.

I love being at the barn at night. It’s quiet except for the sounds of the horses and the stars always seem closer to the earth.