Last night, the full moon cast its luminous glow across the winter skies, illuminating the rugged beauty of the Highlands. December’s full moon, often known as the Cold Moon, lived up to its name as rainy winds swept across the landscape, adding a wild energy to the night.
As the moon rose higher, its silvery light pierced through shifting clouds, creating dramatic contrasts in the stormy sky. Ancient trees stood like guardians of the night, their rain-slicked branches etched against the moody backdrop. Loch Rannoch shimmered in fleeting moonbeams, its surface rippling under gusts of wind.
Standing outside, wrapped in waterproof layers, I found myself entranced by the moon’s persistent presence, shining despite the turbulent weather. There’s something timeless about moon-watching — a practice shared by countless generations before us, who looked to the same sky for guidance, wonder, and comfort.
This month’s full moon felt like a quiet reminder of enduring rhythms, of light returning even in the heart of winter’s darkness. As we move toward the year’s end, it seemed to whisper a promise of renewal, a celestial nudge to pause, reflect, and trust in nature’s unfailing cycles.
Did you see the Cold Moon last night? How did its light touch your world?