Last night was one of those magical winter nights… there was fresh snow on the ground, and the moon was a couple days past full and out in all its glory. The night was so bright that, in Laralee’s words, you didn’t need headlights to drive. It was bright enough you could read a book at midnight. Coupled with the quiet muffled peace of a snowy night, it was wonderful (although cold) to just stand outside.

It reminded me very much of the classic line, “The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow / Gave a lustre of midday to objects below…”