This morning as I lay in bed, I saw it before I even opened my eyes. Seeping through the bedroom curtains was a shimmering paleness.

Day.

I slid into my slippers and began the descent into the kitchen where the lightness warmed the room. But when I glanced at the clock, winking at me from the stove, I saw that it was only 3:30. AM?

It couldn’t be.

It was just too  ...  day.

I went to the kitchen window where I stood still. My breath caught somewhere between there and here as my eyes fell across the iridescent light glistening off the damp grass. The entire sky was ablaze with white light. But it wasn‘t sunlight. It was the moon. February’s Moon of Ice. And, it was spectacular.

"....... The moving Moon went up the sky.

And nowhere did abide;

Softly she was going up,

And a star or two beside - "

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Part IV

By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

(1772-1834)

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