At the very time this almost-full Christmas moon was on the rise, the sun seen here was in the midst of its descent at the other end of the sky. As we dropped my Mom off at her new home after our first Christmas dinner without Dad, we paused to witness the moon and the sun dancing one last duet in the dimming of the day.
It had been a quiet and uneventful Christmas Day – the very best kind that we could have asked for this year. The weather had been quite kind as well, closing the afternoon with this pretty scene, which was more reminiscent of summer than the earliest days of winter. Lending the moment a welcome air of colorful beauty, it felt giddily at odds with the gray shadows that usually signify this season.
This, then, may have been our true gift – a glimpse into the sublime near the end of a somber year.
