At sunset yesterday, the rain began, slightly more determined than a mist. The sun passed a space in the clouds, turning the west briefly to gold before fading to a dull orange. At the beach, facing east, we stood on soft sand in darkening water under solid-seeming clouds. We watched the rain streaking the skies as it fell above the horizon. Then, just as we were leaving, a small gap in the clouds appeared, revealing moonrise. Just a day past full, she reflected the sun’s fading rays, appearing almost made of brass. She lit the clouds around her and painted a path of yellow light upon the restless sea.

I have either seen the beginning of the end of the world or have witnessed (and received) a blessing for this new year.

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