The moon was reigning over their world, glowing its full splendor to all those willing to look up.
My husband woke me at 5:30 am so I could see the setting of last night's supermoon.
From our balcony this morning, I took this picture through sleepy eyes.
Last night, I had to wait for it to circle it's way around buildings before I could get a glimpse of it.
Of course, using my phone means that I don't always get the best shots, but most of the time, it's the only thing I have with me.
Like when we were in Jerusalem and I saw a crescent moon over the old city.
Or when we were in Jordan and it was peeking through the cypress trees.
And shining over the city of Amman at night.
This morning, since I was up, I figured I'd better make it worth my while, and reached for my big girl camera.
That's the tip of a palm frond in front of the moon.
And even closer.
I do love a good zoom.
The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
Blessings for the week,