As I stand on my porch looking up at the harvest moon I see the world with fresh eyes.
Little color shows through the bright light shining from the star on the opposite side of the world.
A slight blue, white and much gray.
Few stars can be seen in the wake of this flood.
Through the blinding I can still see a chance for change in our world as the night progresses.
Even without the known light to guide us, we are changing the world around us.