Thursday, November 13, 2008
Last night, the moon stole my breath away. I stopped and stared for a mini-eternity before getting into my car. Then, behind the wheel, I had to tear my eyes away to watch the road instead. A New England harvest moon, full to its brim with wonder, chilling, shining, captivating. Slicing through the ice cold air with a cool confidence unlike any I've seen before.
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last night the moon here was a mere sliver. a reaper's scythe glazed in orange.
this is hauntingly awesome.
and that last sentence...! wonderful.
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