Tuesday, December 25, 2012

A Midnight in Late December

I've been out on the front porch, sitting in an extraordinarily beautiful night. There's a bright moon overhead, two days from full; there are stars, there are clouds backlit by the moon, there is fog filling the cove. The fog moves into the porch and wets my face, then moves off again. The creek, swollen with recent rain, is the only sound; all else is still. In the moonlight, behind the bare trees, the silhouette of the mountains encircles my seat. It is a sacred space.
May all be at peace.
Shanti