the kitchen is warm
steping out into the night
listen!bucks snorting
I remember watching the moon rise above the trees, as I washed the dishes. Stepping out on into the night to snap a few pictures of the moon. A new mom, first meal in our new home, night in our new home, here on the edge of the woods, watching the first few snowflakes of winter. I was freezing in the chill night air, no wonder after being in a warm kitchen. It wasn't a full moon, as you can see. In a few days it would be the Full Hunter's Moon.
It all seemed magical until the deer began to snort.
