I love this picture! What kind of magical potion could possibly be in this cup? Would that I could drink those colors. My imagination stirs and I watch the images rise to the surface like those bubbles of reflected light. The season of Yule approaches! A light in the darkness. I hear it in the sound of sleigh bells and the tinkle of wind chimes tossed by the north wind. The muted sound of snow falling, a sound so faint there is nothing else like it. And then the wind whooshes in with it's voice singing through the landscape, and catches up the falling flakes, and they swirl in a draft before settling to the ground. And how wonderfully fresh is the air borne in by that wind. A pleasure to breath. I can see, hear, smell and feel it all...even though right now when I look out my window the view is of a blue sky with a sun low on the horizon making long shadows and turning the gray clouds yellow. Even though the green grass lies uncovered, and the Willow is still fully dressed in leaves of green and yellow. And though even as I write these words the light changes and the sky grows darker gray, no longer blue and the mist on the horizon promises rain. Still I can hearken even now, tilting my head to catch the shimmering sound of sleigh bells, and know that Yule comes with all the magic it brings. A festival of light and color and song to cheer us through the longest nights and to warm us in the cold.
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