Drained and tired,

I started the car and pointed it south.

Clocked out and homeward bound.

The day’s events rolled around my head,

a tango of worry and stress.

My music played with no-one listening to it.

I had no room for the lovely sounds, only the voices of tasks not yet done.

Rounding the corner, the moon silenced all but the radio.

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Rising at sunset,

 over mountains frosted with fall color.

She was adorned in silver white light,

a precious orb of diamonds and pearls.

Set into a fire, content to burn low and slow.

Warming the night.

Enchanted,

I left the road and opened the door.

Not wanting anything in between that moon and me.

Just us,

alone in a hay field.

The breeze, full of all it had passed through on its way to this place.

I sat against one of the hay monoliths.

The grandness made me feel small,

like a child meeting a great queen.

A being so exquisite the whole world grows thick with elegance in her company.

My fears and woe,

dwarfed by it all.

In that moment of abundant beauty I was rich beyond my wildest dreams,

to be alive and bare witness to such regal scene.

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