winter shines watery,
clear,
like a looking glass,
but not quite,
like looking outside,
through one of those old,
very old,
glass window panes,
everything looking glazy,
just a bit off,
swirly and wavy.
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Tall oak trees stretch into shadows. Long shadows that sweep all the way down the hill, and across the yard. Giant shadows from towering trees.
The white light of the moon, though, finds its way past the shadows and scatters its magic. Its matte cottony glow blankets the leafy ground, reaches up into the house, and comes to rest on the window sill. Here. Right here where I stand. It comes to rest right here on the window sill, just in front of me.
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A full moon on a clear winter night, after the trees have dropped their leaves, has its own special charm. One I’ve never captured well in a picture. The ground was so white I thought we had a fresh round of snowfall.
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