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Celestial ghost

Tonight I started driving back to NC.  2000 miles alone in my truck.

Luckily, the world is full of any number of wonderful things to keep me occupied.

For instance,  tonight as I passed through Vail, Colorado I saw what might be the most beautiful moon rise of my life.  Without pictures I will try to use words.

The Rocky Mountains are amazing at anytime of the year, but especially while the leaves are changing.  Indeed, as I came up over the small summit at Vail, the mountain sides were draped in a soft fleece of aspens so golden that Jason would have traveled the world to steal this peak. Rising above all other rocks was a sheer wall of rock reflecting the pink glow of the setting sun.  And just above the grand sentinel were puffy cumulous clouds flirting me with rain, each colored the bright pink of the sun on top and dark purple below.  As with every sunset the lower light dimmed the sharpness of the world, leaving a drowsy impressionist hue to this majestic landscape.  Yet behind the clouds, an astronomical razor blade had cut a perfect circle in the dreamscape.  With edges as sharp as laser cut glass the moon cast its ghostly light.  All of the grey freckles were perfectly seen on the pure white lunar plains.  As I drove the Earth became jealous of the moon and wafted the mounting cotton candy clouds across the celestial ghost. 

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