A spectacular bowl of stars shines in the darkness over my head; and I seem to be walking among them.
The beam of my flashlight catches more stars that have become ground-bound on our lawns within a heavy layer of frost.
It's fourteen degrees!
(Good news in the 8-day forecast: The cold temps will gentle into eight days of warmer temps).
And here's the waning moon, hiding behind the trees in the eastern sky!
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