Autumn is about light and darkness in balance. As much day as night. The waxing crescent moon follows the sun across the sky all day, but is only visible at sunset.
In the morning, I walk down the hallway after putting the kettle on to boil. The early autumn sun is pouring through our bedroom window, reflecting off the door and into the hall. Our room is filled with eastern fire, as precious as gold. We can not see the moon for the sun.
At day's end, the moon is revealed out of the coming darkness. That perfect crescent, always a reminder of ancient symbols and worship, the flair on a sorcerer's coat.
We turn out the lights and look out the window at the only light in the sky, fixed on an image as old as time.
Autumn is about light and darkness in balance. As much day as night. The waxing crescent moon follows the sun across the sky all day, but is only visible at sunset.
In the morning, I walk down the hallway after putting the kettle on to boil. The early autumn sun is pouring through our bedroom window, reflecting off the door and into the hall. Our room is filled with eastern fire, as precious as gold. We can not see the moon for the sun.
At day's end, the moon is revealed out of the coming darkness. That perfect crescent, always a reminder of ancient symbols and worship, the flair on a sorcerer's coat.
We turn out the lights and look out the window at the only light in the sky, fixed on an image as old as time.
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