Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Last night, in the twilight, as the pink of the setting sun slowly faded from the sky
a pale porcelain moon rose in the East, over the Cawston hills.

Later in the evening, as dusk deepened and the night grew dark, a halo gathered around the moon, and whereas before it had appeared elegant and ethereal, it became a dramatic beacon that bathed the valley in light the whole night long. Husband and Daughter attest to that - both being up at three a.m. - I slept on......

I thought it was terribly romantic, but alas, we are at the age where romance touches us lightly with memory, and then passes on to more mundane evening affairs.

Things carry on much as usual under the light of the silvery moon.....

Nevertheless it adds a certain sweetness to the evening.

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