The moon last night so amazing in her veil of clouds dance. The clouds were not hiding her light nor were they making her beauty greater. It was simply the moment, the wind, and position of clouds and moon. She was no less beautiful in her solitary stance much higher in the sky. Oh that I, and all, could embrace such beauty, truth, and joy. No moment needing more. No moment ever less. Sweet mercy the awe of Life’s perfect dance.