November saw some early flakes and even when snow wasn't on the ground, some of the plants I found had a snowy look. December was milder, with an occasional glorious blue-sky day, to be enjoyed along the millrace. And there some beautiful morning skies, even if the morning color hinted at clouds to follow.
"Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"
I've taken on a prayer practice of looking for the moments of light in each day, whether actual or metaphorical, and then writing or posting photos of what I find.