frostbitten light

there's something magical and mysterious about about a full moon on a frigid night. the air is crisp and clear, the rays of light from the moon reflect off the snow, giving the scenery an eerie quality. clouds chase each other across a bright night sky, racing to see who will be first to reach the stars. the naked trees shiver as the wind tosses their empty branches. everything is quiet. no words can fully capture the picture of an open field illuminated by a full moon when the air is so cold and clear it feels like you're breathing pureness. no one can quite describe that thrill you get when you see something so profoundly beautiful it takes your breath away. nor is there a camera that can preserve the moment in a way that makes it real. you need to experience, and the experience is divine.