The moon shone so bright last night the snow sparkled. In places, the frost on branches was indistinguishable from stars in the collapsed depth of field. The aurora also streamed and gaseously spiraled across the sky, gilt edges shimmering.
I received a much-anticipated box in the mail containing a handsomely patterned quilt from Carissa. The colors brighten my room and disposition.
Both the radiant heat from the kitchen grills and the frosty nip of the outside air redden my cheeks. I keep my furnace stoked with vegetables and cookies.
Sunlight is getting scarce but still lingers on the mountaintops. Another sort of light somehow translates through the satellites that connect my phone with Antarctica each week: eyes shining on a small screen.
And sometimes the sudden illumination of that screen delivers the next bit of dialogue in an ever-evolving work. It's surprising how much that screen lights up.
I love your writing.
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