A clear gibbous moon climbs the eastern sky.
They say by morning an ice storm may fill our forest hollow with winter.
But we do not fear the cold.
A slow fire burns in the fireplace,
homemade vegetable soup simmers on the stove,
and we are warm,
tucked in for the night,
feeling peaceful and safe
in the care of the Keeper of the night.
All is well.
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