The MoonNyssa and I spent an evening in January watching the moon rise over the Atlantic, its silvery magic dancing in the water. It was great! Cold, but great! This was a February moon, not quite full but still filled with all the mystery we always associate with the moon. Someday, I'll get out our telescope and see if I can get a picture through that lens... or someday, we might even see the earth rise from the moon.... we can dream, can't we?
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)
"Moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting." ~ Nathaniel HawthorneSubmission for Shutterday topic "moon" and for Moody Monday's topic "heavenly".
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