I love the monochromatic tones of winter sky and snow against the trees.
First snow of any significance was November 6 last year.
In other news: I wrote chapter 9 in Dead Mule Swamp Singer. I walked to town to meet with someone. I walked a total of five miles. Then I came home and have been editing a book for someone else ever since.
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