Dan writes: Winter is not my favorite season, but it has its occasional charms.
Tonight I enjoyed a crisp moment outside our home. The temperature was just about freezing but the air was calm. Yesterday's snow still looked pretty, illuminated by our modest display of Christmas lights.
All was very quiet. Far above, the moon hung in a clear sky, more than half-full and waxing, and about half-way along on its nightly trip. In the silence, I looked up and took its picture. It didn't say a word.
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