An evening walk to the shoreline, we carry the Christmas tree to a makeshift fire pit made with ancient stones swept up from the bottom of the sea. We will continue the tradition of burning the tree and giving it back to nature.
Sitting upon a rock beneath the moon with a large and thick translucent yellow halo, I watch the glittering stars of Orion, to the southwest.
Hands folded in front of me beneath the near full moon, eyes closed, breath, try to forget all thoughts, open eyes. The moon brings into focus the immediate space, the rocks more defined, the moons path reaches the shoreline, and for a few minutes, I am not here.