In my last post, I promised you a mystery we saw in the sky. This is what we saw while we were waiting for the moon to rise. Red and green lights that were flashing, and not moving. I thought it might be a nearby tower, but Phil thought it might be too high for that.
“The man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight has been present like an archangel at the creation of light and of the world.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson