As the sun faded, the shadows started growing long and dark under the mighty trees growing in the Black Forrest of Colorado.
Stepping outside to hear the hoot owls calling to one another high in the pine trees, my long time reader and friend, Elaine, watched as the night caused solid objects to loose their depth. Gradually everything slowly brighten, with a sheen of silver, as the moon light rose over the tops of the majestic pines—- lighting her world in the magic of the moon’s glow.
Thankfully she took a photo and sent it to me, with permission, so I could share it with you.
How lucky we are. Thank you, Elaine!
Your friend,
Linda

