A full moon rests a little above the far horizon of hills that snake and fall towards a town by a frozen river in winter.
Moonrise
A Remote Northern Landscape
The Long Winter Months
Winter
The Beauty of Night
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I look from my window. I am close to the frozen river. All is moon-bright with blue and white. The hills dance with waves that fall from the sky and pit the snow with bend and weave. In winter, the love I feel for my home is every part and strong in me as when the warmth of spring and sun return.