I was just coming in from the 30º, clear night sky and looked up
to see a swath of light surrounding the moon, almost as if a forceful sneeze had
shot a hazy white ring around it.
I drove on the back streets (all stop signs except 1 stoplight) and
fell in love with all the old houses again...there's just something
about beautiful old houses and the nighttime, and imagining everything
to be peaceful and at rest except for you, the night owl, taking it
all in.
And then shutting off my headlights to see the frozen water in the
marsh, and the mysterious moon...just a little peace.