Another Foggy Morning and a Moon Half Full
The fog rolled in again. It’s consistency amazes me. The same quiet veil of cotton made another early morning appearance:
But it didn’t wait for morning to show up. It launched a late night sneak attack. By the time we were ready to turn in for the night, the fog had already crept in, and the first quarter moon glowed softly through our bedroom window dimmed only by the mist. Really, quite romantic. Pete remarked about the “full moon”, but I said that it was not yet a full moon. And his reply to my smarty-pants remark; “Well, it’s trying to be a full moon.” Best reply ever. It’s true, it is trying to be a full moon. And when it has reached its goal, it will start all over, and try again and succeed. I guess that’s the moon’s version of a glass half full.
And I feel ever so grateful that I can be here, look up at the sky, and see that moon try each month. Happy Thanksgiving to you all!