supermoon

This morning when I woke up before dawn to fast, I couldn't understand the strong yellow light reflecting on the wall from the window. I peeked outside (maybe we had left an outside light on?) and saw the supermoon.

It was setting over the Rockies, and it was large, yellow, visibly cratered, and full.

I felt like some magic had touched me.

And later that morning, as I was trying to finish my breakfast, I realised that although from one window it was pitch-black outside, from the window on the other side of the house, morning blue had already lit up the sky.

It was kind of a cool metaphor.