The moon is out early tonight, a brilliant contrast to the twilight blue of the evening sky. The few clouds that are present drift past her in a brush stroke of softness, reminding me that more are on the way, bringing with them snow. I do not recall seeing the moon this early in the evening, not in summer, fall or in the winter. At dinnertime it is a treat to be sure. She shines brightly into my kitchen window, my favorite window of the house, wearing what might even be a smile. I can never fully share the magic I feel in the presence of the moon. Some words are simply not enough and some are meant to fall silent when other voices seek to be heard.