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I have a fascination with the moon. I know it’s just a big sphere of rock and sand, nothing magical about it. Nothing, that is, until you realize that the light it gives, especially at full moon, is a direct reflection from the sun. I’ve always found that rather amazing. I also wonder how anyone can deny the existence of a Master Designer when one contemplates how perfectly all the bodies of the universe work together.
So I love to watch a full moon rising, and I missed it on Tuesday. I was determined to see it last night, so I checked the time it was scheduled to rise. It’s not cold out, so I was able to wait in the darkness of the back yard as this monthly spectacle unfolded.
At first, it seemed to be nothing more than the light from a house near the horizon, but then I realized that the light was growing and rounding, and I had my full moon. In its timely and dependable manner, the brilliant yellow-gold globe floated upward until it cleared the tree line, and it was getting late, and I needed to head for bed.
This time of year, it’s called a “pink moon.” I wondered about that, so of course I researched it. The moon is not pink, much to my disappointment. It is really just a reference to the ubiquitous ground cover of pink phlox that blooms in April. Okay, that will work. I love phlox, and I love the moon.
I had a really good time last night, all by myself in the dark, waiting for the full moon to light my way back into the house.