It's cold, very cold, bone chilling cold.
Early this morning, the light from my porch light rose straight up on the ice crystals in the air.
Last night's almost full moon created brilliant moon shadows on the pristine snow. The two dogs and I fell into step and there were 6 of us whenever we were not in the shadow of a tree or bush.
Tonight's full moon is the Wolf Moon. Named for clarity of the wolf howl on a cold night, traveling on the brittle air much like the light from my porch.
I'm torn between immersing myself in the bright silence and the temptation to let out my own howl.