Tuesday morning

After a week of gray skies, the clouds have suddenly lifted to reveal streaks of light: the dusty rose and salmon of an early morning, the bold glow of a full moon on a November evening, the sharp crackle of blue stretched above bright leaves in the afternoon. October is my favorite month of the year, and at the beginning of the week, I was mourning its passing. Couldn't it be all October, all the time? I wanted to know.

It can't, of course. But the sudden luminosity of the air is a comfort today. November has its own charms.

Did you see that moon?