TheBanyanTree: Full moon in Alaska - from a sleepaholic

[snowgoose]

11:34 PM.

I am still awake. Every time I glance out our bedroom window, I see the 
full moon. Every time I look, the moon has changed. In the early night, 
it was full, bright and snowy white; SO bright, it caste shadows from 
the trees across the snow. Beautiful - every branch was drawn in fine 
detail. (Keep in mind, it's midnight - the moon was so bright it almost 
looked like daylight). I looked again. One of the shadows so clearly 
etched on the sparkling snow moved slightly. Opening the window and 
peering closer, I realized I was looking into the eyes of a beautiful 
cow moose (no antlers). She blended so well with the surrounding trees, 
I hadn't noticed her - it was her shadow on the snow which gave it away.

I left her to her foraging and headed back to bed. But once again, the 
moon drew me to the window. It was definitely a full moon, and now it 
was changing shades. The once white moon was a delicate shade of yellow. 
It looked either old and fragile or just in need of a wash. I opted for 
the first, since I was seeing it through the high, delicate upper 
branches of a tall birch tree. The darkness of the woods make it so you 
really couldn't see the trees . . . only the chris crossing of  tiny 
branches across the face of the moon  causing it for all the world to 
look fractured, like a broken plate someone had not to carefully tried 
to glue together. It looked like the pieces could fall apart any second.

I woke Jerry up to see the "broken moon". He blinked sleepily, said, 
"Yep, it looks broke to me" and rolled back over to sleep. Sheesh. <grin>

Now, an hour later, the moon has moved across the sky. I had to go 
outside to find it. Still bright, still full . . . it's at a lower level 
in the sky, so the shadows are LONG and somehow a little spooky. I am 
glad I don't need to stay outside for any length of time. A slight 
breeze has popped up out of nowhere. The trees sigh in hushed voices. 
The snow is still bright enough to track the padding feet of our barn 
cat across the snow to her recent kill. A field mouse. In the moonlight, 
the tiny bit of blood looks black. I head back to the house and lock it 
firmly behind me. You never know.

Hugs,  Deb (Snowy)

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Deb Frost / snowgoose
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Meadow Lakes, Alaska
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