A day can be just the memories of the day reflecting back on a few days past, so this is what I saw:
Beautiful Olympic mountains as seen from our place in Kirkland, a lovely hint of blue on a crisp afternoon.
Selene works on her studies while Beren finds a suitable resting spot to catch a cat nap.
The eighth day of Hannukah, candles mark the miracle of that tradition. The hoop embodies the connections of our magickal circle. Kuan Yin looks on. Native American horn rattle is ready to clear an area and induce trance.
The yuletide interdimensional space alien worms pay a friendly visit.