I listened to my Melancholy Day playlist today as I braved a frenzied, pre Christmas Oklahoma City. I had to drop off some work, run a few errands, and buy a couple of last minute gifts--all under a misty, ash-colored sky. Don't get me wrong, that's my favorite kind of sky.
I love these first moody days of winter. Where autumn is mellow and magical, winter is mysterious, stubborn, and deliciously unpredictable. My world becomes a curious new planet when flashy fall foliage gives way to bare branches that stand out like black lace against a marble horizon.
It makes sense that we should celebrate Christmas in the stark black and white of a December landscape. It's a time of year when nature fights beauty with all its might--a time when it would be easy to believe that the world will never be lovely again. But somehow the radiant, bare-bones splendor of winter catches us by surprise and reminds us that beauty is alive and well every day of the year.
Merry Christmas to you and yours.
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