The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks, and gapes for drink again.
The plants suck in the earth, and are
With constant drinking fresh and fair.
Rain fell all day yesterday, a rarity in New Mexico. Overnight the sky cleared and when I woke an almost-full moon was hanging low in the west in the pink light of morning.
The day was bright, fresh-scrubbed, chilly. A blanket of clouds nestled in front of the Jemez Mountains, but never moved any closer. To the north the Sangre de Cristos were dusted with a new layer of snow.
On one of the shortest days of the year, this evening’s full long night moon rose in the east at sunset and will keep us company until it dips below the horizon at sunrise.