can't move the moon, you can't stop the passing time. ain't it plain by now that you can't move this love of mine?

The scenery, when it is truly seen, reacts on the life of the seer. How to live. How to get the most life. . . . How to extract its honey from the flower of the world. That is my every-day business. I am as busy as a bee about it. I ramble all over the fields on that errand, and am never so happy as when I feel myself heavy with honey and wax. Thoreau

Morning y'all,

It's a stunning, clear morning up top. The high yesterday was 25 degrees, recorded shortly after 7am observation. The overnight low was 4 degrees. It was 9 degrees and clear at 7am observation. The mountain received one additional inch of snow, bringing our snowfall total up to 10 inches. The winds are dying down a bit and it seems like the sun will be out today. Get out and enjoy the perfection of winter!

Last night was for star gazing and night wandering. Just after dark, I went outside and realized that there was a cloud cap over Pigeon Forge, which made the bright stars into projectors and turned the moon into a spotlight. I could see sharp shadows clear from the moonlight and it wouldn't surprise me if the solar panels were picking up some watts. The heavy snow base acted as a majestic mirror and the dark, mysterious spruce fir forest became inviting and warm. It is the closest I've ever come to an Alaskan half night, where all the brightness kept my brain whirling late into the night and I was unable to fall asleep - it just didn't feel natural with that much calm beauty right outside. I wanted to be the bobcat. Feel his late night ramblings, look for the perfect rock to perch upon, wait wait waiting for dinner to stroll by... beauty in obliteration, creation in destruction.