Climbing up to my squirrel's nest last night, caught a glimpse of the moon peeking out through the maples.
From my little perch high atop Spring Hill. Really, you had to be there.
She seemed more demure, less blowsy than while in her Wolf phase the other night. Still very radiant, though. Anyway, brought to mind that bit from St. Francis of Assisi's Canticle of the Sun:
Be praised, my Lord, through all your creatures,
especially through my lord Brother Sun,
who brings the day; and you give light through him.
And he is beautiful and radiant in all his splendor!
Of you, Most High, he bears the likeness.
Be praised, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars;
in the heavens you have made them bright, precious and beautiful.
One thing I'm noting: even when down, am not necessarily out, as there's too much beauty about for me to completely lose interest in life.