Early the first morning (somewhere around 4am) I was awoken by the piercing light of the moon breaking through my eyelids. Laying there in my sleeping bag, tired and yet awake, unable to escape the radiance I decided to get up and walk around outside. I remember walking around outside in complete awe by how bright the moon shone forth--illuminating everything below. The darkness seemed to be pushed back, crammed into the little nooks and crannies of the wilderness. After awhile, I returned to bed. But before I could fall asleep I wrote my thoughts out. I don't know if I would consider them poetry or lyric, but alongside the picture (which I hope offers even a glimpse of that night's beauty) I wanted to share these words with you:
Pure light
Radiating forth
Moon full as noon Sun
Trees, water, grass, and me
All illuminated
All reflecting its brilliance
Like truth it pierces
Like hope it shows the path
A cold November morn
And yet the light shining
Fills my heart with peace and joy.