A view of the back of our house this December
December. The end of the year, undoubtedly the beginning of winter, the arrival of Christmas eve, the snow, the Christmas market, the stress of buying presents, the Christmas songs played everywhere. This is how I experience it. Every year. When the first snow had landed this year in our back yard there was a fire in the Carmel mountain forest in Israel. The most beautiful forest, full of pine trees. I never saw Christmas trees in Israel but when I grew up I thought those were the ones. The fire went on for some days. People that I knew had lost their homes. I was sitting here, watching the snow and couldn't do anything. I prayed for rain. It came a week later. it made me happy.
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