Winter Wrapped Sky

I will be so delighted when the season rounds the bend and days at last become longer, minute by minute, every day, all the way to the summer solstice.  I only have to wait another week or so.

The moon is hanging its belly down, a fat and shimmering half orb in the cold night sky.  This is candle darkness, and it needs loud songs and banging drums to keep it at bay.

Soup and breads that are hearty and fragrant need cooking these days.  Music needs playing and the fire needs stoking, because there is nothing better than a warm crackling fire when the moon hangs its belly down on a night that has winter wrapped around it.