Rising...

The full moon rose over the small valley that I call home, brushing the tops of the trees as it climbed higher and higher, to flirt with the clouds. On its way, it colored the night sky a rich blue, gilded the edges of the clouds in orange and gold, and nearly disappeared in a flare of brilliant white light.

As the clouds blew through and the moon took sole possession of the night sky, the watercolor textures disappeared, replaced by stark grey and silver floating in a sea of black.