It still amazes me how clear the air is here, that not even a three-quarters moon can cast discernible shadows.
Our concert tonight could have gone either way. Fortunately, it swung the way of the choir singing in time together. The Josquin was lovely, the Ave Maria was delicate as it was supposed to be, and we danced through the Guerrero carols. ‘Porque el niño puede dar reinos, vida, gloria y cielo.’
Snow is in the forecast again, and it is so very cold outside. I know several people traveling this weekend, so I hope the snow is light for their sakes, but I also would like snow for Christmas. There have been very few white Christmases in my adult life.