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The moon, love, imaginary animals, and the sun sees her reflection.
Before sunrise, the full moon hangs pendulously among the branches of the great old oak. I dreamed of oak branches while I slumbered, and oak branches are among the first things I behold upon waking. I gape at the cool, bright moon, so visible in the clear dark morning sky.
I want to talk to my husband about this moon. I mumble incoherently to the cats about it as I walk around opening blinds to prepare for sunrise and the day to come. Brewing coffee, I wonder if this moon had so spellbound my husband while he was out on his run. Would he tell me about owls and coyotes and mice traveling along the path with him under its silver illumination?
As the sun begins its ascent, a Gaussian blur of mist pours into the neighborhood, filtering out trees and rooftops. Gone is the moon. I can’t help associating this vaporous veil with the lunar visitation. Surely this is moon mist. I catch sight of a golden disc reflected perfectly in the bedroom window of the house behind mine. Momentary brilliance before the sun becomes a diffused light somewhere beyond the mysterious fog.
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