December 19th

The night is glorious. The sky is midnight blue and muddled black, the moon is just a sliver shielded by clouds, the wind is roiling in the open places, and you can just feel the frost coming for us. Only the thinnest shirt, tonight, almost nothing. The air is wonderful. I can breathe.

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