WENT OUT POOR

Went out late last night for a clear-sky, full-moon walk up and across the mountainside where the view feeds the reaches of the eye, with the mountainside cast in silver all around us, like the lake at our feet, that beneath the rising moon was silver washed at first in flames of rose, then golden amber and finally, as the moon came into her own on high, trailing veils of light, the lake was lit with sparkles as from a giant bowl of yellow diamonds. Came home rich.