Last night was the darkest night of the year.
With only a sliver of moonlight to guide us.
We piled into the car for an early dinner.
Wearing red sweaters and pearl strands.
Enjoying Hot Toddies and calling Sundaes - Mondays.
Laughing at treating Christmas carols like "spoken Word".
We escaped together at the Apawamis Country Club.
Warming napkins on our laps.
Whetting silver in our mouths.