Tonight, the temperature is going down into the single digits. The sun was setting cold and distant while the moon rose over the vineyards. Ice has formed on the crust of snow and all the light made the vineyard glow softly as I prepared to take this picture.
The late January full moon was know by native Americans as the wolf moon because of the lean, hungry weeks leading up to spring. The sound of a wolf howling would have sounded perfect in the background.
As the days warm and the snow melts, these lean, cold days will become distant memories. Sitting on the deck with a glass of wine in my hand and the sun in my face, I will listen for the howl of a wolf and think of the winter long gone.
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