every December

this poem comes to mind:

I heard a bird sing
in the dark of December
a magical thing
And sweet to remember.
"We are nearer to spring
Than we were in September,"
I heard the bird sing in the dark of December.
-Oliver Hereford

After a night of heavy rain and wind, the sun is trying to come out.

I can hear the crows and a few song birds.

I will wear my mittens when I go for a walk:

7:00 AM 47 F, Winds SSE 9 Gusts 17 MPH. Visibility 10 miles, light rain. 

Dawn 7:44 AM, Sunset 4:15

Oops...just caught that I put ravens on my bird list twice.