Whenever I look at the moon, I find myself standing in awe – it can be crystal clear and bigger than life, or shrouded in mist, but it always has this timelessness to it.
How many billions of years has it sat there? How many people have stood staring at it during their lives, marveling at the beauty? There are so many ledgends and myths about the moon, some I believe some I don’t…
But I do know that a lot of weird things happen under a full moon.
Today’s Prompt: Refraction, reflection?