Beautiful ride in this morning. Crisp air, a fluff of snow and a gorgeous full moon. My companion for a few miles until the clouds started coming in. It was wonderful to still be able to see the moon peeking through as I rolled on - my speed combining with the clouds movement made for a beautiful moondance across the sky.
The moon slipped quickly toward the western horizon, dipping in and out of the clouds and changing color from a brilliant white to a soft pink, then orange. Striking beauty, made all the more powerful by reason of the brevity of its existence - I felt privileged to be a witness to its passage.
As the glow from the moon began to fade it was replaced by a lightening of the sky as the sun began to rise. Many mornings are filled with spectacular sunrises, forcing you to catch your breath and commanding your attention. This wasn't one of those mornings, but rather a soft, slow lightening, calmly and without drama coming forward, gradually replacing the inky blackness of the starry night with the soft glow of dawn.
It's tempting to mourn the loss of a spectacular night sky when faced with a sedate sunrise, but I would much rather look forward to seeing what the new day will bring than to sulk because the night is done. It's important to remember the night's beauty while appreciating the promise of a new day, and being grateful that the new day is here.
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