Evan and I set out this morning for a pre-dawn walk by the light of the mostly full moon. There is just something magical about watching the edge of the world lighten from black to the most beautiful blue.
The North Star as we stood on the porch at the end of the walk.
My moon.
My African Violet that had lain dormant for months just exploded into blooms this past week.
And my newest baby is peeking out, again, too, after Bruiser ate the first bloom.
And the trees are saying goodbye in the neighborhood.
I wonder how much bigger it looks up there in that plane?
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