Frosted air at dawn, the sun a low light from the side, a light to
read by. By 9 o’clock the air is clear. Pine needles glitter and
melt in the sun, while in the shadows they hold fast to their frost.
A big, sleepy-eyed moon almost shut as it goes down for the night
while the evening star (Venus) stays behind, bright and watchful as I
make my way home.