Silent Night Holy Night
In Prospect, we tend to leave our Christmas lights up for a while. And I guess the spirit of Christmas may tend to hang around for a while. So on this still night, after a light snowfall, I looked out across the cove at Weldon's dock and the little fisher boy there and the lights on the tree and the still water, and the particular carol just arose and started playing in my mind. I got all misty-eyed but managed to get the photo anyway.
Sleep in heavenly peace, everyone.
[Prospect, Nova Scotia]