It’s a howl-at-the-moon moment.
The sky is a black bowl with specks so shimmery; they remind me of a 1960s telescope box. Set your sights on the stars. Celestial Model No. 631. The moon’s sliver peeks through the arms of a spruce. My daughter tosses a pine cone into the campfire, and sparks link us to the astral blaze above.
What a lovely post – and what a great photo! Thank you so much for sharing!
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Thank you.
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“It’s a howl-at-the-moon moment.”
Awesome 😀
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Thanks!
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