Winter is more than a season in New England. It is a feeling, a sense, and a mood. There is little light and the sky reflects a sense of brooding and foreboding. The City of Salem has a long history from its seventeenth century witch trials and hysteria to its heyday as a great seaport reflective of the magic wonder of the orient. And, of course, there is always Hester Prynne and the Scarlet Letter. All this churns in the western sky on a December afternoon after a snowstorm.
“There are many things in this world that a child must not ask about.”
― The Scarlet Letter
Love the photo. The sky is magnificent.