The skies of March and October are more celebrated here — a hard-edged, intense blue that contrasts sharply with the white of March snows or the orange and scarlet of fall foliage. March and October skies shout, “Look at me! Look at me!"
But December skies whisper.
|With the barest hint of rose at dawn,|
|… and the soft glow of treetops in the slanted rays of the morning sun,|
December skies are a pale, pellucid blue, almost aquamarine — softly whispering promises of longer days to come.
Happy solstice everyone!