Cooling the air to a comfortable 65 degrees
And providing a strong challenging wind,
The cold front brings with it rolling, grey clouds.
This atmosphere promises an early summer storm that is never delivered.
Instead, the waning gibbous moon rises brightly behind the mists and vapors.
There the moon prominently hangs;
Allowing the condensed waters of the failed storm to dance before it.
It dyes the shadows silver-blue as it radiates its glory.
A great bird of illuminated clouds shines in the evening
as the water, light, and shadow paint the sky.
I stare in open-jawed amazement-
A vision that could never be paralleled in the light of the sun.
All too soon the vision fades as the clouds glide onward.
The beauty was in that fleeting moment.
Bringing Mae Flowers 