ad astra What is it about the crisp December night that beckons me outside and compels me to look past the tree tops past the clouds to the hopeful moon and beyond? Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...