Luster of midday...

I came home to a winter wonderland scene in my front yard. The wee hours found me on the front walk absorbing a magical MoonShadow tableau. We have a centennial oak on our property; the waxing gibbous moon (nearly full) has set itself in the western sky, behind the tree, which has cast its shadow over the blanketing expanse of newly-fallen snow, across the rooftop, and right up to where I stood. The horizon transitions from a candescent plumrose at the lowest edge into a starlit blue and culminates in a deep midnight where the moon glows pure and haloed. I was transfixed by such beauty: the silhouetted tree, the crisp and complicated shadow, the purity and ethereality of the moonlight, both reflection and source, the placidity of it all~

The Lord is nigh!