Brilliantly lit contrails cross cross the morning sky while the land waits for the suns’ caress.

Brilliantly lit contrails cross cross the morning sky while the land waits for the suns’ caress.

As dusk falls on this Saturday Fitzi and I enjoy the evening, serenaded by crickets and Randy Bachman’s Vinyl Tap featuring Elton John and Billy Joel.

Snow, collecting on the deck boards.
It’s bitterly cold. About minus 13 Celsius, wind chill minus 25. Winter brings different rhythms, different harmonies, different melodies to the ear and eye. Difficult though it may be, and is, to appreciate the music, it’s important to be open, to accept, the different tune.