By the Light of the Silvery Moon

Image by GooKingSword from Pixabay

Like most days, it was still dark when I woke yesterday morning. Early morning is my favourite time of day. I love the silence and the stillness and for a few stolen moments, I feel like the world is mine alone.

I crept out of bed and went to start the coffee, another guilty pleasure. I revel in that first sip of rich, hot liquid and it never gets old. As I filled the coffee pot , I looked out the kitchen window. There was a magnificent full moon, still shining silvery and bright. Its light radiated outward illuminating the inky sky around it. It bounced off the carpet of fresh, white snow left in the wake of Friday’s storm, and made the backyard look like a night-time winter wonderland. It was breathtaking.

This morning I woke again in the darkness. Hurriedly, I made my way to the window, hoping for the same postcard-perfect view. But there is cloud cover today and the moon is hidden behind it. The snow is still there, of course, but without the glistening  coat of the moonbeam.

I was disappointed, but only for a second. I realized the view was a gift, like a birthday or Christmas present. If I had it every day, I’d take it for granted. This way, I’ll remember and savour it in my mind until the next time.