Ordinary Beauty

I was just now outside putting chow out for the pups. It is still quite dark, the wee twinkle lights in the tree lighting my path. I opened the chow bucket and from my bent over position glimpse a bright glow on the horizon, tucked in the valley of the silhouette of the tree branches. The tree branches that had only just lost their thick, broad leaves.

A large white moon, drifting down to sleep, its edges gently stroked by the tips of the tree branches.
It was one of those sweet right-time right-place encounters with simple, stunning beauty. Anywhere else in the garden the moon could not be seen. Another two moments, and the moon was gone.