December: I'm Into It.

Thank goodness. Winter's here; it's cold and real and seasonally appropriate. The sunshine is hard and clean; the moon is bright like someone has gone at the sky with a paper towel dabbed in Windex.

And my cough is flaring up again, and I'm going to sleep.

Maybe I'll dream about foxes, owls, bears and elk. And mice and chipmunks. Or even some beavers or muskrats or plain ol' deer. For some reason not consciously available, I have been thinking about animals more than usual lately. Not any ideas in particular. Just...thinking of them.