"WINTER! At no time of the year are the skies of night more beautiful.
The pure cold air of night brings crystal skies; the stars seem larger; they sparkle individually, reflecting mirror-like into the frieze of ice along the western eaves, where I view them from a window seat.
As the moon moves high, its brightness unimpeded, it spreads its gleam against the snow and lights the moving waters of the creek. The night is peace and beauty.
If you ask how I could love the winter, how I could tolerate the cold against my aging skin, this is a reason why.
The magic of the winter night. "~~Rose Moore, after midnight
