When the clouds cross the moon

In the city, the onset of winter is not particularly fun. Winter heralds bad driving conditions, salt ruined clothing, shopping mall congestion, the perpetual red glow caused by city lights reflecting up onto the low lying clouds - it is never bright and it is never quite dark.

Winter at the cottage is a delight. When I got up this morning, the sun was rising over the pines. An orange glow was casting out onto the snow, and the wind was blowing snow across the lake. Later, when I was barbequeuing dinner, I watched the clouds weave in front of the moon, as the wind sang on the lake.