Magic

 I woke up just before 3:30 this morning,and made my way out of bed to the bathroom. 

What a beautiful sight out the window! It is -1° out there, very cold, but the full moon shown so brightly that the snow was reflecting that light back, glittering like stars fallen to the ground. The black cloudless sky held tightly to the stars that had not fallen. 

Magical. No other word for it. 

I made my way back to bed, but my mind was all over the place tonight. After an hour, I finally gave up and made my way to the kitchen to brew my morning cup. 

I am curled up on the couch in the dark with my coffee and two biscotti. Two cat silhouettes stand gazing out the sliding glass doors studying the outside as if they can feel the magic too.

These are such awful times. When we find a bit of magic we need to savor it.

Not my photo. A local woman, Sheila Flory, took it.