Moonrise
I woke this morning to this spectacular display: Mistake not: This is not a sunrise, but, in fact, a moonset. It was stunningly gorgeous. I could capture only a small sliver of the magnitude of this beautiful moonset, staring with gaping mouth and the cat below me shocked into her own little feline awe [as well as completely insulted that I dare open the window and expose her to the 9 degree morning]. I have a deep fascination and love for the Moon. She is a glowing orb in the sky yet does not produce her own light. She is a mystery, but one that man has exposed himself to; She is a counterpart to the Sun but allows herself to be stared at, reflected upon, used, and widely shared. One's eyes do not burn out if one stares at her too long, one does not get a terrible burn on their skin after being exposed to her too long nor does one see her in the same shape or form from day to day. It's quite miraculous, really, and a testament...
