Walking around the house in the frozen dark with a basket of wet clean laundry in my arms, looking up at the night sky, bright with a zillion twinkling stars. Deepest black transparent void, pin pricked with tiny sparkling white lights from mind boggling distances away. Time and space have different dimensional meanings when gazing into the night sky. I make my way around to the front walk and the thinnest slice of moon peeks around the big hemlock tree. Blue white, glowing silver sliver hanging low, I wan to reach out and touch it. Crescent moon smiling down from her domain, and faintly outlined in a shimmering almost imagined perfect circle is the rest of her invisible shadowed body. I feel blessed by the simple pleasure of bathing in the singing moonlight.