|Misty sunrise over the long lawn|
Night before last I paused on the stair landing for a look out over the dusky valley. I do this pretty much every night, except in winter, when the frost flowers obscure the view.
Had to gasp in astonishment at what I saw. The little crescent moon hung, half shrouded by misty clouds, just above the horizon. Perfectly lined up above it were the only four stars in the sky. The top one bent off to the Northeast just a bit, forming a perfect gold and silver spoon in the sky.
I called to sleepy folks to come and see, but it had been a long day and no one did. I was weary too....too tired to go back outside with the camera and try to photograph the phenomenon. Alas.
But it was wonderful, really it was. I fell asleep thinking of all the wonders that surround us every day and night. What a privilege to be a noticing sort....there is so much out there to bring joy to the heart.
Last night I climbed the lower flight of stairs, full of anticipation that it might be there again. I wasn't so sleepy. I would get the camera.
But no, the stars were there. The moon was there. But the juxtaposition was not. Guess it was a one-time thing of serendipity.
I'm glad I saw it.