It’s one of those things you wonder how you made it a lifetime not knowing.
We’d come to the mountains for a long weekend just the day before, arriving late and promising that since it would be Saturday, we really were going to sleep in. But morning came and our eyes opened and before you could say October we were out on that deck, coffee in hand.
There was the tiniest thread of light just along the ridge line.
We inhaled, exhaled, and gave thanks for another day.
But then I looked closer. There was also a rising crescent, a sliver so slight I wondered if my eyes were playing tricks. There, just above the mountain. What is that? I said to Tim. It looks like the moon.
I think it is, he said.
But it’s morning, I said. And that’s about where we expect the sun to rise.
I got my big lens, and this happened next.
It’s difficult to tell since the zoom changes from image to image, but just as the moon began to disappear, sure enough, right behind it (and just slightly west) came the sun.
It was the New Moon, I’ve since learned, one that all these years, from the beginning of time, has risen with the sun.
Wow. And thanks and praise!
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