The weather was recently quite lovely.
And then the rains came, followed by this bitter, what-would-be-snow weather anywhere a hundred miles north of here.
Alas; that's how Southern winters go.
Tonight the air is crisp and painfully cold, but I can see the stars twinkling brightly overhead like the permanent fireworks that they are.
I'm reminded of a lovely stanza tonight:
"Though my soul may set in darkness,
it will rise in perfect light.
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night."
- Sarah Williams
from The Old Astronomer
Never have I felt so defined by a poem, but this is me, a living collaboration of words all strung together in something beautiful and haunting.
I hope your holidays were lovely.
Merry Christmas.
Happy New Year.
Roll Tide.
Here are a few recent photos sure to put a smile on anyone's face:
Love,
Jess
