I love a full moon. It’s full of mystery and promise. I am a creature of the light so when it’s a clear night and there’s a full moon, especially after a snow, the world has an ethereal glow…an other-worldly spirit…and I am enamored.

I see moonrise far more often than sunrise. I’m just not a morning person. There is an optical illusion when the moon rises, making it appear huge when it’s near the horizon. I will never forget the first time I saw a moonrise over Denver as I was cresting the hill at Genesee on I-70. It was October, a harvest moon. A friend had taken me to Vail for dinner and we were driving back. We came around a bend and I swear, the moon filled the sky! I made him stop the car and I cried at the perfection of it all. I am touched by the beauty of nature.

I love to snowshoe under a full moon. I love to watch the moon rise through the trees when I’m camping. When Mr. Virgo first moved in with me, he was appalled that I had no curtains. I told him I COULDN’T have curtains….they block my view of the moon! I love when I wake up in the night to the moon shining in my face. It makes me feel safe, for some reason.

Although this picture doesn’t do it justice, the moonrise was beautiful Sunday night as it reflected on the icy Ohio River. It won’t be long till the river freezes over if this keeps up. As it is, chunks of ice flow downstream and reflect the moonlight perfectly. Winter is not my favorite season, so I make myself search for the beauty in it.

I found it this night.

❤️

“Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?”

Song of Solomon 6:10 NIV