Distant as a dream of the cradle on this lonesome beach

[sovay]

It is still sleeting more than snowing here, but it sticks in the occasional patch of shadow. Farther from the water, it's frosting up like winter. The Ursids were washed out by this year's weather, but somewhere beyond the clouds they are still streaking light.

I spent a remarkable portion of this day having conversations related to employment, but one of them was a thorough delight. I hadn't known about the practical, ritual links of the Jewish Association for Death Education.

We lit the candle for my grandfather's yahrzeit, our ghost story for Christmas Eve.