|The late afternoon moon.|
This old Johnny Mathis song wound through my brain last night as we watched the moon progress from the afternoon into dark. Yes, I know. That song sure dates me!
Here’s the link on YouTube to this song that for old timers, like me, will bring back memories. Listen here:
|The moon at 9:00 pm.|
Moonlight seems to appeal to everyone, young or old, as we marvel at the wonder of space, our world, the moon and the sun. As I sit here on the veranda, the sun in my eyes, my laptop monitor hard to see on yet another hot sunny morning, I prepare to post the photos we took last night.
Back in Minnesota, on a full moon night whether on a warm summer’s eve or in the brisk cold of winter, we always stepped outside on those nights to languish in the bright beam of light cast upon the lake, even when frozen, reflecting a magical feeling of awe and surprise.
|The moon from our veranda.|
Here in another land, we find that we all share in the romantic commonality of reveling in the moon’s beacon of light reflecting so graciously upon the sea. Last night was no exception, as we noticed our few neighbors also on their verandas necks stretched to the heavens.
Thank you, moon. Thank you, sun. Thank you, God, for making our world and it heavens only but a glimpse of what is yet to come.