Katie and I experienced a magical moon one morning not so long ago. It wasn’t quite full, not anymore, but like a flower that’s just past it’s prime it was still beautiful.
The sun, emerging from sleep on the opposite horizon, made the clouds surrounding the waning moon glow in pinks and purples.
And then the clouds began to overtake the moon.
I watched as it silently slipped behind the curtain.
And just like that the day began and the moon slid into an early slumber.