and the nothing that is

 Full moon, the "Wolf" moon last night.

OK, not a wolf, but a coyote (I think) taken with my new trail cam.

Heading into the coldest stretch of the winter. Temperatures below zero and wind chills 20 below. I think the morning walk may be on the treadmill.

The Snow Man

By Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter

To regard the frost and the boughs

Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time

To behold the junipers shagged with ice

The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun, and not to think

Of any misery in the sound of the wind,

In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land

Full of the same wind

That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener who listens in the snow,

And nothing himself beholds

Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.