This lovely view capped a long, lovely day outside: perfect sunshine, perfect temperature. It reminded my exactly why I moved to the country.
Sometimes, it's hard to remember why I moved. Our house in town was nicely sized, in a good neighborhood, and in a nice town. But, it was in town--with other houses within twenty feet of mine. It just felt so close when I knew I had property with a lot of empty space.
|Road to Somewhere?|
Except this week. The moon is bright and full, and the ice crystals hanging in the dark night sky give the night's light its traditional name: the Frost Moon. A bright halo seems to illuminate the entire sky, and the hoarfrost sparkles on the landscape.
It's breathtaking, spread out before me like a Currier & Ives print.
I would not see this in the city. I would not see this if I were not moving at this hour. There's a special quiet in the moments before dawn. Night-time animals are returning to their beds; the deer are feeding before the light reveals them.
|Frosty moon through the trees|
This is my season on the road, driving until the day I do not need to drive anymore. It will be worth it; anything worth having, is worth working for.
What about you?