Somewhere in the hills of rural New York I came across this interested creature. Two more were in the paddock, but this one caught me with its colors and snowy nose.It is now the next year, 2008. It's an arbitrary start. The current decision for when the next cycle around the Sun starts has no bearing on anything natural. The Earth is past Solstice; no season is starting or ending—no planting, no harvest; nothing to celebrate, just new taxes and budgets to look forward to, all with their problems that not one of us little folks has a say in. We just participate.
Ah, but the snow is coming down, the lights are still lit on the porch and on the Christmas tree, and the furnace is warming the house. The cats are resting, and the quiet is settling in. Winter is now here.
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