They predicted rain tonight. Thick sheets of it.
But I stepped out just before dinner and saw the moon shining through the cedars like a new dime. Some clouds, but only enough to make it all very picturesque. I don't usually like picturesque as it usually precedes disaster, but silver-edged clouds moving across a full moon is quite beautiful and sometimes beautiful is all you need.
We shall take hot chocolate and sleeping bags with us to watch the lunar eclipse.
This is our first time celebrating winter holidays in our new house. We are building new traditions. I am stupidly excited that we will see the eclipse---maybe there is such a thing as luck and that Fortune on Horseback gave us a passing nod on her way elsewhere.
On Saturday we'll decorate the living Christmas tree we rented (yep, you can rent 'em) from the Adopt-A-Stream foundation. There are lights and gold beads and other things that glitter. The day after we will have a feast and drink wine and light some candles to remind the fab GF and I that we have made it through the darkest part of winter and soon the days we share with one another will get brighter.
But even without these new traditions I can feel the brightest star in the sky tonight, like every star on every tree and every steeple and every school paper, promising there will be more light. Days that are dark and cold will bring days that are bright and warm. As cold and dark as a winter night can be, the light will return. It must return. It's the way of things.
Soon the moon will go dark and then return to shining silver. My darling girl has dark hair with silver as if shot through with stars. She is lovely. Like the warmth of wine. Like silver-edged clouds. Like the promise of light fulfilled.