This year's Christmas tree
The roaring winds dropped, the clouds parted and the night of Christmas day was cloaked in the light of the nearly full moon.
We had waited weeks for a sky clearing, and here it was, I wasn't about to waste any of it.
Helen and I stood outside for ages, drinking in the stillness of this most Christmas night.
The scudding clouds touched the moon and wiped away the days of wind and rain.
It has been ages since we witnessed a near full moon in such a quiet setting. No cars, no planes, no dogs on leads barking at trees.
The absence of all 21st century racket and rush was most welcomed.
Not a soul to be seen; all at home enjoying the Christmas evening.
To the South Selene was up high, shining with almost a full December intensity.
Overhead Cassiopeia.
To the West a tall pine tree with a star above (Hello Jupiter) made up completely for our lack of actual Christmas tree in our motorhome.
To the North, a vixen was calling to the night.
For several minutes she gave out her haunting call.
The cry of the vixen
All in all it was a perfect Christmas night.
