The moon overflowed into the dark livingroom this morning; its light poured through the french doors and splashed across the floor to my bedroom door, forming a path of light that beckoned me outside. How could I resist?
And there it was, waiting for me just above the tree tops. Its radiance kissed my upturned face and chased shadows in the hollow.
Max stirred at the end of the deck - too quickly to have been asleep. I suspect he, too, had been lured there by the magic of the moonlight. He joined me and we stood together, staring at the moon and the masterpiece it rendered in the hollow with a few strokes of moonlight....
