The Year 2017 is ending.

Bringing with it’s closing days — clear skies with very cold air.  No snow.

The moon is growing toward fullness, but for now it rises brilliant in its’ growing toward’ stage; in skys violet-black flooded with stars.

Then swings down in to the west long before morning; leaving the high vault of that bowl, which we call sky dark blue and chilled.

The soil here is dry.  Extremely dry, but works for walking on and not tracking in mud. 🙂

Cold air, brilliant sky…gradually we end this year.
A year, which begins, as all other years…a blank slate, going forward without a map, going forward into the unknown…

Grateful me– very grateful to be alive.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

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