I wasn’t going to post today. We’re on a family vacation in the mountains and I’ve been busy catching up with the news and just hanging out. But as is too ususal for me, I awoke pre-dawn and decided I might as well get up as falling back asleep was not going to be possible.
So I’m sitting here watching the daylight turn from misty gray to rosy dawn, trying to be quiet as eveyone else, apparently, is immune to the first chirps of another early bird.
Last night someone remembered that it is the weeked of the super moon. We couldn’t see the moonrise from the cabin, so we piled into our cars and headed out for a vantage point. The sky being very overcast, we debated if we would get to see anything at all. We were about to return to the cabin when we saw a faint light. It got steadily brighter, and etched the edges of the surrounding clouds with molten gold.
After what seemed like an agonizingly long wait, a pale silver rim peeked over what we now realized wasn’t a cloud bank after all, but the top of a mountain. Once it started to show itself, it was no time at all before we could see a little more, then more, and suddenly it broke free and hung in the sky.There should have been a blare of trumpets to celebrate it’s dramatic appearance.
A full moon. A super moon? It didn’t seem that big, but then we weren’t seeing it on the horizon, but already risen. We just hadn’t been able to see it from where we were standing.
Still, it was beautiful enough to keep our attention. Those of us with cameras tried (and failed) to get a good shot of it. But it really didn’t matter if the pictures came out or not. What mattered was being together and witnessing one of the miracles of nature that we so often ignore in our busy lives.
And isn’t that what vacations are for…to be with friends and family and do something a little out of the ordinary?
No one else is up yet, so I’ll sip my tea, watch the day grow brighter, and read the book I brought along for just such a quiet time — it doesn’t get much better than this.