Merry Winter Solstice, baby

There is something about this December morning, in which the sky is clear, the air crisp, the moon holding on. Everything around me lies quietly under such a sky, peaceful and serene. I turn to the silence and feel the tranquility surrounding me smother the stress and rush of the season. The sun rises in a pink and yellow yawn above downtown. It's absolutely still but for Cheyenne's jingle bells ringing through the park.

I get a feeling that God puts the answers right where we can find them.

I'd like to wrap this moment in pretty paper, tie it up with ribbon, and send it to you.