Despite the cold there are some things I do love about winter. I awakened at 5 per usual when I’m feeling okay, and the light snowfall yesterday laid a fresh coverlet over the landscape. The light it reflects back, even on the cloudiest nights, is amazing; it’s so easy to pick out all the broad details of my surroundings. In the clear sky of the last full moon it was astounding, the pergola’s shadows sharp on the snow. Through the bare trees I see the lights of the various houses all across the valley and hill behind me as their occupants arise and light their ways inside, and I watch the lights of cars coming down the distant section of PA 910 about a mile away.
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