"My greatgrandpa said when you see a halo that bright around the moon a big storm is coming," he said. We shared a hot black tea as the snow crunched under foot. Nobody was on the country road. Just us and the deer family. The moonlight hit hard and illuminated the peaks own weather fronts in the dark. Mad magic that night....the keepers of my heart: nature and man.
The next morning we woke to large snowflakes and three new inches of snow.