Several weeks ago, the twin and I decided to drive down to the pond behind our house where the moon was looking its best. We stayed out there for maybe twenty minutes in the frigid air with me constantly saying "Just ONE more shot!"
Coincidentally, this was a couple nights before I took sick with a cold. You don't think this particular night had anything to do with that, do you?
No, surely not.
Purty, ain't it?
Now, to leave the prettiness for just a moment. All you detectives out there might want to put on your Sherlock Holmes's hats, because while out there in the night, we saw a strange creature.
WHAT is it?
We're still asking ourselves that.
It wasn't a dog and it wasn't a cat.
It waddled and snooted around in the dirt like a skunk.
It didn't have a white stripe running the entire length of its back.
I suggested it might be some type of opossum...a theory my twin promptly ridiculed.
Elementary, my dear Watson. ;)
What do you think it is?
Ever held the moon in one hand? It's quite the exhilarating experience. Just ask Elisabeth.
If it hadn't been so cold, I think I would have pitched a tent right there to sleep. In front of this.
Elisabeth silhouetted against the light of the moon.
Actually, now that I think about it, it was the headlights of the Jeep.
The light of the moon sounded better. :)
*sigh* I just couldn't pull her away. If you thought holding the moon with one hand was exciting for her, think of how thrilling holding it in BOTH hands was. Yes, I think it was all Elisabeth's fault that I was out there so long in the cold and took sick.
Either that or...
I'm still miffed about my opossum theory being so carelessly discarded. ;)