Mister snapped this pic when we were in the desert a few weeks ago. He managed to get the full moon and some stars. I think it’s lovely.
The winter sky – for me – is mesmerizing. At night, the stars are clearer and it feels good to gaze upon them while bundled against the chill. For some reason, I feel a sort of ancient connection to those stars during the winter, a connection I just don’t sense during summer nights. And I love that. I love that sense of belonging mixed with the knowledge of my finite experience. I suppose I’m not making sense. Feelings are like that sometimes.
I do hope your winter sky is kind and comforting. Personally, I can’t get enough of it.