In a rather desperate search for a full moon photo—I kept waking-up off and on throughout two nights searching for a time the moon was not covered in clouds.
Waiting (but not very patiently) hoping for that single wonderful photo.
Gradually the clouds parted, the stars singing loudly in the long, long night
Moonbeams shattered the mist fill land and melted into a cold silver and blue light.
While Boomer checked things — I stood in the shadow moonbeams and ghostly clouds.
From my world to your heart!