It’s my last day of this particular Wisconsin visit. Negative eight degrees is pretty darn chilly for a southern girl like me.
The dark is lifting as this day begins. Through the drawn-back curtain, I receive a gift. The full moon is setting over the snowy-and-icy fields. It is more orange than golden, reflecting the rising sun and framed by pinky oak leaves still clinging to their tree branches.
I watch this moon sink into the horizon. Thank you, God, for this moment, this day, this life.