In mid-November here in the northern hemisphere, the shadows lengthen and the darkness falls early. Last night we were doing errands, and there was a beautiful sliver of a new moon -- an eyelash moon. When I took Duncan out at bedtime, the stars were twinkling and were a beautiful sight to behold. I love this time of year. When we're out, I like to see lamplight in people's windows; it projects warmth and coziness to the outside world. If you're lucky, you might catch glimpses of bookshelves filled with books, pictures on the wall, or family gathered around the table for dinner. Perhaps the curtains are drawn and you'll only see the warm glow behind them. Nevertheless, it speaks of home and hearth. I know some of you have already begun decorating for Christmas. We have not, but we'll probably need to start soon. As part of the season's rituals, I like to start my Christmas reading around the end of November or first of December. I usually read the same books every year, but they always seem to make me happy. I am thinking of finding some new things to add to the list though.
