Thursday, December 4, 2025, 25.7*, 94% RH, 0745
Winter wonderland or a scene from Dr. Zhivago? Bleak Midwinter or Edelweiss? I was just playing those songs on the drum. Maybe I’ll blend them together. This is a time of stillness, of thought, a time when the gathering has been done, the cellar full of root vegetables, apples, the barn stuffed with hay. A time of roaring fires, boots, scarves, ice skates beside the door – layers of warmth, a kettle whistling on the stove, a pot of soup hung over the fire, bowls of popcorn to be strung. Images from hopes wishes past present books music.
May we always recall hopes, dreams, wishes.
Photo: LJ Austin (Intentional Camera Movement)
