Beneath a Full Moon
The full moon had just risen over the foothills on a spring evening, a silver light fills the valley. Trees in silhouette. A pair of contrails catch the moonlight, two streaks of yellow dissolving as if melted by the heat of a yellow moon. A small tent captures the ghostly light, illuminating its outline against the darkness. The blue of the evening sky has yet to yield to the blackness of night. A pair of great horned owls hoot to each other in the valley below.
