Whatever you call her, she was beautiful as she rose over the high Alleghenies. We drove up to the Scenic Highway, hoping for a glimpse even though the forecast was for rain showers. We got lucky.
We walked back a trail to an overlook with a breathtaking view. As we waited and talked, we noticed clouds rolling in. But then, there she was, pink with the rays of the setting sun:
A little hide-and seek, but finally,
then back to being shy,
It was getting too dark for me to take photos. I am not very good at night photography, but I did like this one,
but this, I think, was my favorite all evening. The transition of the moon from pink to gold to silver was heart-stopping. I could have stayed all night.
We stayed a long time though, just talking, sharing moon legends and a song or two.
|Kirk, our instructor, recites a poem|
|Checking out the softness of a spruce tree's new growth.|
It was a night to remember, the night of beauty before the rains came.
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