Brother Broken

I took this picture part-way up Snake Hill looking down on Sundre, Alberta on January 1, 2021. 

February 6th is one of my favorite days of the year.

It marks the exact half-way point between winter Solstice and spring Equinox. My least favorite time of the year is the three month period starting November 6th and ending February 6th. I don't like dark and cold, especially in Canada.

This is what Saskatchewan nights are like (From 'Brother Broken'):

Saskatchewan amazes with big sky. The expanse dominates, and on a clear, still night, it provides remarkable serenity.

During the worst of winter’s dark, nights aren’t so accommodating, and that’s when cold delivers a bite through to the bone. Stargazing isn’t tolerable for extended periods. It's best to stay inside, guarded against the cold, and safe, until winter’s sting loses its punch.

During summer, the sun’s glow doesn’t sink completely below the skyline. A band of teal and turquoise glimmer on the horizon, and the sky features a picture show of perpetual sunset or sunrise. Spring and autumn give everything between the two extremes, but few nights make a body want to stay and keep its companionship—unless one has fortitude to endure it or nowhere else to go.

See you next time.




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