Full moon on the snow

Shadows move in the treeline

What fun will this bring?

Just when I think I’m really getting sick of winter something usually happens to remind me that it’s not so bad. Recently I had to call the boys outside to see the full moon on the backyards snow. The shadows were as stark and well-defined as a summer day. There was no wind, only the creeping fingers of cold that come with a winter evening. Somewhere a dog barked.  We took off outside to look at the stars, point out Orion and the Big Dipper and wonder at the brightness of the moon and the almost limitless black between the stars.

Every chance for a kid to look up and wonder is a chance that might carry over to adulthood. I think I still look to the stars now, because I did so often as a kid.