The grass crunches under my feet. Spikes of frost stand up on the lichen. The sand is frozen, fresh water streams bubbling underneath. Seaweed outlined in white. A feather is decorated with icing sugar. My breath comes out in small puffs, clouds of steam warming the air. Out at sea, a solitary sailboat passes the eye of sun. A gull flies past in sillhouette. The light shimmers over the ocean, clear in the evening light. I retreat inside to the warmth. Make cookie dough for the Saint’s Honey Cakes, the scent of spices in the air. I look out to catch the last glimpse of the day, as the sun wraps herself in night’s blanket. The street glitters in the golden glow. December’s promise alight in my heart.