On my way to Anchorage for a New Years eve party soiree, I see the moon perched high behind a dark charcoal gray sea of sky smoke (there are no fires) and I wonder.
That when I asked my mother, "Mother, what is my talent? What can I do better than anyone else?"
She paused for a moment and said,
"Χρυσόστομος."
30 December 2017 - I am not sure if I believe her yet, but I press on.