I slept - last night - beneath the light of a full harvest moon.
Every time - it's new. This year - it's different. I've never experienced it here...in these mountains.
I heard say - that this season's is quite extraordinary.
The skies are clear and cool and crisp. That it isn't every year that it's as round and as bright as this.
I woke - this morning - to a landscape transformed.
In one frosted inhale the skies were the colors of soft blue and warm winter grey.
On an exhale...the remaining leaves reminded that we're not yet done with the golden warmth of autumn.
I don't know about the moon and the stars and the rising sun.
I know - only - that there is something in their alchemy and mix that makes for magic.