The moon last evening was breathtakingly beautiful. Quiet harmony to the cold, crisp air and perfectly framed by the bare tree branches.
The simple quiet solitude of the moon at night. It softly watches over me, guarding my dreams.
It listens to my hopes and fears, holding them in confidence while I sleep.
It seemed to be an extra bright moon here. Love the way you have it framed in the branches.
Beautiful.
It was gorgeous, wasn’t it? It was even still bright and pretty in the morning on the way to work.