We ended our evening with Mass, full of song and thanksgiving for a year gone by, and a new year to start, full of promise and adventure. Our crowd was in a festive mood, glad from song and full of community.
We left the chapel, and on the horizon a great flash of light, followed by total darkness. I had cheered, thinking we had been treated to surprise fireworks. Instead, we have been treated with surprise silence. Enveloped in a veil of fog, wrapped in a deep winter quiet, filled with peace and cheer and a need for sleep.
I count my blessings, grateful for dear companions, the witnessing of traditions, and this amazing reminder of the joys found in the most simple of things.