Tonight the air is still, the temperature fairly mild. The moon rose like a giant gold coin then turned to silver as it glided into the high heaven. The sight of the moon still astonishes me after all these years. Every time I see it it is as if I am seeing it for the first time.
Last night it was almost full, and was set in a mosaic of thin patterned cloud that looked like pieces of lace cut out and tessellated for no reason other than to surprise those few who cared to look up. It was stunning in it's beauty, magical in its originality.it was made for lovers holding hands, for artists and poets. It was pure distilled inspiration.
I love the autumn, that season where temperatures are neither hot nor cold, and those trees that lose their leaves enter their burnt sienna glory, and the pavement has the sound of dry leaves underfoot.
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