Shortly after I entered Massachusetts, I saw it swoop right over the turnpike, soaring through the cold air. Its front and back blurred into the bright sky, giving me a certain glimmer of hope and excitement which was soon confirmed as I watched it alight in a tree: a bald eagle. A fortuitous sign for the day ahead, in which I was scheduled to check on the condo and do a quick walk through Boston. The car sped by the eagle’s raw magnificence.
The forest teetered on the edge of holiday celebration. It was always slightly more interesting when the threat of snow was in the air. Maybe it lacked the obvious mystery that full canopy of leaves would provide in the depths of summer, but the woods held a different sort of allure now.
I finished my quick visit to Boston and found myself back on the turnpike driving through the Berkshires. The day was coming to its early close, and as I closed in on New York State a sudden series of squalls came upon us as such squalls in such places often do. Deciding to wait for a bit, I pulled off at the nearest exit in Lee, where the outlets had begun their holiday sales. The snow was coming down heavily, but there was light in the distance so I knew it wouldn’t last. Instead, the effect was thoroughly enjoyable. Some gift-buying seemed a festive way to pass the squall, and as I climbed the large hill where the outlets were nestled, it felt like one of those surreal holiday moments that’s part magic and part make-believe.
The snow soon lifted, the clouds parted, and the sky lightened again. I caught these photos of a little crescent moon. A day that begins with a bald eagle and ends with a crescent moon is a magical day indeed.
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