Woke this morning to the nearly full moon setting the west with nary a cloud in the sky, and the temperature had dipped below freezing. The moon was as clear as I have ever seen her, very hard to return indoors, but coffee needed making and it was time to get the recycling out.
The sky in east was already tinged pink with the few clouds above the Cascade Mountains turning a deeper color by the minute.
So December has come around once more and the Gregorian year nears it's close. I think of the universality of cultures and religions finding this time of the year as one to both honor the light in the darkness and to seek hope for the coming Greening of the Spring ahead.
From one of my calendars is the following quote I found when I turned the page into December:
"It is not how much you do,
but how much loving you put into the doing
I hope you are keeping warm where ever you are and that light will find in the coming dark days of December.