One of the minor benefits of getting up and going to work as early as I do is that I get to see the moon, often as not, as I begin my commute in.
This morning it hovered there, just setting, a huge, orange pumpkin of a Harvest Moon.
Neat.
Whenver I see a full moon (which, if this wasn’t, it was close), I end up hearing this chant in my head. Something from Enya, I think. Big and bold and primal and pagan.
It serves as a bit of reminder to me of the glory of this world, and the power it has.
I smelled a bit of smoke in the air. That might have accounted for the color. Who cares?
It was a very fine way to start my day.
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