It sounds cliche, but I really think I appreciate the nice observing evenings more because I know they are limited. When Becca and I were in Arizona, it was absolutely wonderful, but I did find myself kind of taking the night sky for granted. If we didn't look at Comet Holmes one night, we said "oh, well, we'll catch it tomorrow night" with the expectation that it would be clear and warm -- and it was. Every night, in fact.
Awesome? Yes. But tonight, as our newly-hung outdoor Christmas lights get their first blanket of pure white snow, I think to myself that we were able to appreciate those perfect Arizona nights a little more because of our Wisconsin heritage. And I also remember that, at the end of the honeymoon trip, I was missing the quiet outdoor scene of our snow-blanketed neighborhood -- just a little bit.
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