Friday, December 1, 2017

GREETING THE NEW MONTH, DECEMBER...

   3:30 a.m., and a restless dog paces in the cold outdoors. A clear sky is peppered with stars, and the creek waters beam in the light of a bright moon waxing to full. 

  The air is still, and at 30 degrees, frost is beginning to form. It feels sharp on my skin, and I hope my big dog doesn't forget why he so urgently wanted to be outside; what he wanted to do, and where.   

As for me, I think of the warmth of my quilts and the comfort of fresh hot coffee, however early. 

And I welcome the new month, December.  She has her own beauties, and she brings in the Season of Christmas.