Posting late today, but greeted the day earlier.
The misty wet weather has returned, but with the chill of winter in it, rather than the leftover summery humidity it carried before. Trees stand quietly, soaking up the water from the land. A few crows call in the background. The land is reacquainting itself with moisture.
“Hail, Spirits of the Day, Mother of Light. May you smile upon us this day, and teach us how to make peace together while you shine.”