If on a winter’s night a traveler… Italo Calvino – that line, in winter, somehow is invitation to witness the galactic nature of a winter’s night.
Day 8 of ice and snow lock down.. Cozy and fed: time blurs.
Imbolc: the midway between winter solstice and spring equinox. Where I live in Western North Carolina; I am often stunned by the harbingers of the next season exactly on these halfway points.
The nights have been so cold, that the air is dry even with sprinkles of sparkling snow dust. Blessings of electricity and heat throughout the: polar vortex. Amplification of tragedy that will help galvanize the truth. The truth that masked and unmasked thugs are behaving with lawless impunity that truly must be stopped. That they are a rabid symptom of the greed and power mongering of unscrupulous Tech, inhumane Corporations, and perverse Billionaires.
A full moon in the stillness beams through ice encased branches. One of these storms, that after, we are a little bit wiser.
I was reminded of
