Jets before the Moon

December and cold, the planet continues its path around the sun. I have nothing to report other than the chill air and expectation of snow. We have had an unseasonably long Autumn, now we will pay the price. The moon is above us, like the eye of God, looking down and scolding the sleeping children for not storing up more spiritual treasures. The glow of reflected sunlight signals that behind us, on the other side of the world, billions are waking to the morning. It is December and cold, and besides this simple report about a moment in time, when a jet glides in front of our disenchanted satellite, there is nothing much else to say. Sleep on, little children.