About a week or two ago, I came home pretty late and looked up to see this fog shrouded moon. I ran inside and grabbed my camera because the smokiness of the clouds captivated me, but I completely forgot that I had taken this picture until I downloaded it tonight.
I'm generally a morning person, so it's not often that I find myself out in the quiet darkness. While I prefer the full disclosure of daytime, there's definitely something intriguing about the night. It's as if we are shrouded in a layer of mystery, which offers us the chance to be a different version of ourselves. Imperfections and intentions are hidden beneath the gauze of the moon and we find a new boldness that allows us to say and do things that we wouldn't otherwise.
Yes, I can definitely understand why some prefer the night. As for me, I'll keep my sun and blue skies as regular companions and night as the mistress that I visit when I get restless.
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