Baby it’s not cold outside

You can guess where my thought process is going from this title, on Saturday, December 16th, 2023, 5:19am and I am sitting at my desk without feeling even a little cold. Granted the heat is coming up, but that’s because it’s 5:19am and the thermostat timer said it’s time. It is New England. It is days before the winter solstice. It is 5:19am and it is already 35 degrees farenheit. It is too warm.

What US state is the floating piece of Antarctica compared to in size? I think it’s Utah. And the Arctic is experiencing rain!

Hunker down. Sell your snow blower to someone on the moon of Neptune that I just heard has been determined to maybe being supportive of “life”, whatever that means. For certain, it will be colder than here.

Last week, I “tracked” a deer in the utility cut. Its footprints were easily followed in the soft mud. I should be seeing them in snow, or, not at all because the ground would be too cold to soften.

All right. I’m blue. I’m sorry.

Let’s start again.

Last night I was headed to friends’ house. I was going west. I was following the most lovely, clear reclining crescent moon that I have seen in a long time. It held there in the clear night, in the lower western/northwestern sky like a smile. It led me to my friends’ house and then ducked behind a stand of trees that border their property. Thank you.

I did not photograph it, (nor did get up the night before and the night before that at 1:00 to see the meteor shower, I slept through) but I did capture the recent full moon with Jupiter off to its side.

This morning I obviously am preceding sunrise. Usually, these days, when sunrise, regardless of earth atmospheric upheaval, predictably occurs a bit after 7:00 am eastern standard time, usually I am raising the shades and opening the blinds. I love the free entry of sunlight. I love it so much that sometimes I end up in the dark early in the evening (in the winter; late in the evening in the summer), because I am in it and haven’t noticed that indeed it, here in Massachusetts, is no longer visible above the western horizon. In part that is because my personal western horizon includes quite a few rooflines and a nice number of trees, so the sun sets before it is sunset. It’s okay. I love sunlight and it stays with me, in my being long after its daily physicality has completed the up half of its cycle.

My, how I am wandering.

It is now 5:50am. I just heard a car drive by. When I was growing up, our apartment was above a NYC bus stop. There was never not a vehicle driving, stopping, wheezing, outside the windows. But most of our windows faced south. So the days brought sunlight freely, although my mother, as many do, had “sheers” hanging in front of the windows. Not for me, sheers.

Here are the homes of a couple of locals:

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Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your mind, with all your strength, with all your soul. And love your neighbor as yourself. (Mark 12:30-31, slightly paraphrased)