I pulled out of the garage this morning to begin my drive to work.
I was expecting to see the full moon still in the western sky. I stepped outside last night at 10:30 to view the bright full moon in the crystal clear sky.
It seemed strangely dark and quiet out. When I pulled out of the garage, the ground was damp, the sky shrouded in a fine mist. Mist hung about the street lamps giving them a soft yellow glow.
I was immediately transported to a magical land I once visited two Octobers ago. That land, the birthplace of Robert Burns, is known to the world as Scotland. I long to return to that land and feel the magic once more. I am even wearing the shoes I trudged all over Scotland in.
I love the wet o' the morn.