Yule

T'was a soft and smokey morning, as we walked across the old wooden suspension bridge. Below us the river, still swollen from recent rains, surged over rocks, as the sun blew kisses of light through the tree tops that sparkled like diamonds in our eyes, and cascaded down to the water below.

Breathing deeply the crisp air, we held our arms aloft in salutation to the day, as an Eagle flew low over our heads, observing our tomfoolery with a watchful eye before soaring higher above the trees, and was gone.

Walking along the river bank in the dappled sunlight, ancient Cedar and Fir leviathans watched over us as we came upon a beach, piled high with deadheads, and branches, from the recent floods.

Clambering over the flotsom, and jetsom, to reach the sand, and pebbles, we removed our clothes, and laughing in unison, plunged, naked, into the icy depths to cleanse ourselves; body and spirit, and emerged vivified, and refreshed by the forgiving waters. It was a magical way to celebrate the return of the light!