Tonight the moon is a lambent sliver and I stand out on the lawn with a sweater pulled over my PJs. The temperature has dropped and the sky is a dark crystal and I am rapt by the way it gives light. Who could dream this beautiful feast before me? The night covers the sky like moss laid down—moss with holes to let the light through.
Wasn’t it just a few hours ago that I was dazzled by the gauzy clouds—cotton pulled thin over a saturated blue? Who could dream this beauty?
Only One. Only One.
This is my day 12 of joining the 31 day-ers. They’ve ignited a fire and the flame of their passion is contagious. I know myself too well to say I’ll post every day…but I promise to try. If it sounds inviting to you and you don’t mind coming late to the party (like me), you can read more about the wave at The Nester’s place. She’s the hostess with the mostest.