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written Tuesday…

The full moon was last night and it was unbelievably beautiful. As I drove home, I kept chasing it, searching for it in the dark on the highway. When the bend in the highway concealed it behind the trees, from my sight, I found myself wishing the road winded after it, not away from it. A haze of wispy clouds couldn’t conceal it’s brightness last night. It made it glow all the more, every cloud nearby shimmering with its light. If the trees and hills had been snowy, evening would have been as bright as day with this January wolf moon.

With such beauty to feast on, there’s always an urge in me to share it with someone, especially my husband. I think I frightened him last week, when I called his cell during my commute home from work. “I just had to call you,” I told him, as I pulled off the highway, “Because the sunset is beautiful and I wanted to share it with you.”

It was beautiful – oranges and pinks all over the clouded skyline. And so was the moon, all evening and again in the morning at work. Beautiful, ghostly white as it rose last night and pale pink as the dawning sky this morning as it fled from the sun. I shared it with my husband when I saw him at the station and I had to point it out to my co-workers this morning, just before it dipped behind the hills for the day. Silly, in a way, because it’s just a moon. But it was so pretty, so perfect and it was a shame to ignore and miss it.

All this beauty
You might have to close your eyes
And slowly open wide
All this beauty, we traveled all night
We drank the ocean dry
And watched the sun rise
(“All this Beauty” by the Weepies)

So. Let’s go star-gazing and moon chasing, sunset-looking and sunrise-discovering. More beauty. It’s a gift waiting for us. We just have to look to see it.

(photo stolen shamelessly from my mom – apparently she was looking at it through the lense of her camera just as I was looking at it through the window at work!)