I never tire of the view from our front porch. I stepped out Thursday evening to do something or other, was captivated by the last rays of sun on the mountain across the river, and grabbed my camera. Returning inside to finish dinner preparations, I glanced out the kitchen window and was surprised to see what had happened in almost no time.
A pale pink moon had emerged from the purple clouds and was floating above the trees.
It was a fine reminder of the beauty all around us, beauty we might miss if we're not paying attention, beauty that's just around the corner.
Whatever you call her, "She walks in beauty . . ."