Last evening, I took Max out to a spot by the river where I could let him run and bound through the tall grass. It was an absolutely magical time of day and place…the November air still being perfect in so many ways. Winter feels close but remains…just a titch away. A full moon hung large on the horizon…brilliant white…and all else seemed in relationship to the moon…nothing else was singular, but partnered by the light and the connection to the moon. I was in awe. Geese flew overhead in huge numbers…their sound creating and unbelievable cacophony as they settled along an eddy of the river. All of a sudden, a white tailed deer struck out from the softening brush, bursting the air with it’s movement….alarmed, in the brilliance of a full moon.