This evening, the full moon rose at roughly the same time as the sun set. Atmospheric conditions were just right that the moon, barely above the horizon, appeared both enormous and faintly pink. The sky at that point was dusty lavender. The combination was simply exquisite. Only minutes later, the moon had risen high enough to appear its normal color. Still lovely, but no longer the blushing beauty that had greeted me at the crest of the hill. The brevity of the rose moon made the sight all the more precious.
On a completely unrelated topic, I watched V for Vendetta with Dad this afternoon. Highly appropriate, given today's date. "Remember, remember, the fifth of November . . ."
Corridors of Blood
1 year ago