When TCP said I might want to look out the window this morning, I did. And sure enough, the morning light was simply lovely.
“No, you can’t see it from there,” he prodded. So I scootched my way down the bed clinging to the blankets (it is cold this morning – 46 degrees outside, probably 61 in the bedroom), and sure enough, there it was, a magnificent full moon hanging in the western sky surrounded by the rosy glow of a reflected sunrise.
Nice.
Sunrise; Moonset
