This was taken earlier yesterday.

The moon was so beautiful last night that Mom and I had to go for a walkabout

Silver light flooded the land, causing tree limbs to look tangled and twisted as we walked

A high wind rippled clouds across the moon’s face

Causing the Moon to dip and melt into the swiftly moving clouds

The light stretched and flowed

I had to stop and SING the song of the canine people—

Mom told me that it was so mournful, and sad, and beautiful all at once.

I told Mom I just had to voice my soul to the moon.

Boo Berry Betty BROWN