Sunday morning and a look at the moon--

So much crazy stuff in the news, eh? Everything from McCarthy's historic, protracted, sycophantic election to Speaker to Greta Thunberg not backing down from a Twitter Troll--and that scum sucker got arrested for human trafficking. 

A lot going on.

This morning, I'm struggling to wake up fully (I got a sniffly cold from the grandbaby--sigh). I was clinging to my coffee cup for dear life, and my husband came out of the kitchen with "come here, there's something you've got to see. Really." So I, admittedly a little reluctantly, shuffled into the kitchen. He parted the curtains to the big window over the deck and said, "look at the moon. It's so bright you could read by it." And he was right. It was beautiful: slate grey sky, a few clouds, and the moon, glowing in its just-past-full glory. I am so glad he invited me to see it before the sky got brighter (can't really call it sunrise).

So that's it, right? A look at the eternal sure resets the mind a bit. The crazy stuff will still go on, waxing and waning in the glow of its own perceived importance. But the moon! It was beautiful, it is beautiful, and I think it always will be beautiful.

Have a wonder-filled day.

C