S is for selenolatry

As luck would have it there wasn't a cloud in the sky when the alarm went off. The moon hung over the snowy west. I was up before coffee to try and capture the atmosphere, slightly more successful than my efforts late last night. I wandered around the garden at midnight in absolute awe of what mother nature gave us, still silverness, the snow muffled any noise and reflected the moonlight in the most extraordinary way. So I give you selenolatry; moon worship!

Tomorrow is the last day to get ready for everything, hopefully I will find something that fits tacent.