He came into the warm kitchen from the chilly night air. I was drying dishes and he took my hand and led me outside, saying, “I want to show you something.”
Then he pointed to the moon, full and bright and round, surrounded by a dark sky full of long, rippling clouds, some tinged with gold nearest the moon.
He stood behind me in the cold, his arms wrapped around me, and I leaned into him, breathing the beauty in for a minute or two. Then we went back inside.
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