Up very early this morning. Sleep evades me and the light shining through the windows is like a rooster’s crowing, urging me to rise. I stagger out the door into the cool air and head through the woods toward the studio in the speckled light cast by the moon.
The harvest moon.
It shines bright as it heads on the downward side of its arc towards the western horizon. A fairly rare occurrence, the full moon appearing on the autumnal equinox. It’s shining on fall now. Browns and grays will soon replace the greens and yellows of summer.
As I walk the narrow path in the still of the woods, there are patches of light and shadow that are cast in a pale blue. It reminds me of the colors of some blue glass marbles I had as a child. Cool and light-filled. It takes the tiredness away and fills me with a wonderful calm. The harvest moon’s light seems to wash away the worries and concerns that sometimes nag at the back of the mind. Even if it’s only for a moment, it is transcendent.
Here’s a little Neil Young to fit the moment.
Redtree Times 