As we speak, it’s brilliantly – squintingly – clear and 19 degrees (F). Last night’s light snow decorates parts of the fields and stones like powdered sugar. Slow-moving shafts of sunlight are probing the newly-cleansed woods. There is no wind; Great Cove is an unblinking blue eye.


The image of a nearby wooded trail, above, was taken about this time on a similar day, December 10. With the posting of this report, we’ll boot-up and enter the day. (Brooklin, Maine)