THEY SAY YOU GET to see one thousand moons. Well, that’s what I remember reading somewhere the Chinese say, or used to say; one thousand moons. At thirteen per year, on the average, I’m seeing number nine hundred fifteen, and I must say I am enjoying this one.
It’s cold and clear, a perfect winter night. Orion lies on his back low in the south on his short ride to the horizon. We have been eating well and visiting with friends. Winters are made for this.
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