Moonlight

I just came inside from walking my dog, Otis. It is a strangely beautiful night. The trees are still wet from the evening rain, and the moonlight is glistening on the wet leaves covering the autumn ground.

It isn’t officially a full moon, yet it is still big and beautifully round tonight. I guess all the freaky-freaks that come out during a real full moon are sleeping soundly tonight, because the only sounds outside were my dog’s feet scampering over the sodden ground.

I looked at the shiny moon and was grateful for its comforting light. Without it, the night would be dark, spooky and not quite so beautiful. Hmm… how many moonlit nights have I taken for granted…?

Nothing dramatic or exciting happened during the walk with my dog. We didn’t hear any owls hooting their wisdom from the tree tops. There weren’t any armadillos or possum cajoling Otis to chase them through the woods. But yet, the night was special, for I was embraced by the soothing beams of the silvery moon.