Snowlight from below, moonlight from above made a fairyland of the street, turning it into a silent, shimmering, unfamiliar place. It was like a pathway to tomorrow or, maybe, to yesterday, away from the mundane into the marvelous. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see an elf or a leprechaun dancing from tree shadow to tree shadow. The full Wolf Moon arrived with no fanfare, no roll of drums; it just rose over the horizon and suddenly the silent world became beautiful, a new and lovely place where miracles are everyday things.
Sometimes, in the rush of things, we forget the miraculous, but it’s all around us. All we have to do is look.
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