A North Country Almanac: December

There’s nothing quite like the energy of a thousand thousand snowflakes flying through a black sky, the majesty of snow-coated branches, or the serenity of a white white field holding new-fallen -and still untouched- snow.

Walking through the woods this time of year and looking out one’s window are both exercises in imagination: they offer entrance to an enchanted world.

It all makes me want to hold my breath, become very still, and then -slowly, cautiously, courageously- walk forward. My cheeks grow red; my nose grows cold; and my hair and my shoulders, as Mary Oliver would say, are swiftly covered with stars.


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