Last night I returned from the Club
a tad earlier than usual to find I had locked myself out. Fortunately, there
was no wind, but I had to dig out the basement key, shovel a path and snow off
the cellar doors before I could enter.
Light from the moon, full last
Sunday, reflected off the snow making the work easy, and when finished, I
wandered out to the back yard to where a short fir windbreak screens much of
the light from the street and the houses on town hill. Recent frigid winds had cleansed
the air of impurities, even moisture and the starry, starry night above was
breathtaking.
It’s probably a very good thing to
lock yourself out once in a while, less you miss the great beauty of what above
us on a pristine winter night.
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