We had a bit of cloud cover this morning, but the moon kept peeping through.
She beckoned me outside (where it was quite warm) so that I might take pictures.
Because we all know I love to take shots of the moon.
She is not quite full, but close, lacking only a day or so of being at her finest.
As it is, she looks a bit like a snappy middle-aged woman who is moving on to the farther side of the numeric aisle.
You know, that age between not-so-young and not-yet-old.
When beauty is still in the eye of the beholder.