The first photo is from Miami Beach some years ago. There is a new moon with Venus just below and faintly below that to the right is Jupiter. Of course, I might have misidentified these. I think I got the moon right. It will set soon as night falls.
The second photo was taken facing east over the Sea of Galilee. This full moon has just risen as night falls.
Red bougainvillea made a splash against a white wall as Tom wondered where he was.
When his mind wandered he’d sometimes get lost in imagined disasters he could do nothing about. Fortunately, although they seemed determined to mess with him to the extent they still could, he had enough sense to reject dark demonic misdirection.
Then Tom saw Phyllis wave to him in the distance. He hadn’t seen her in a decade, not since the funeral. Her smile and the joyful brilliance of the bougainvillea told him his journey was finally over and a new, better one had just begun.
With freeze and thaw of wintry woes some fear the still-life’s gonna die. Why spin the news so fast that I can see the lies beneath fresh snows?
There is the Lamb that heaven shows, the One who can unseal the book. The losing side will try to hook the world with sorrows. Persevere. The sea of glass and fire comes here with victory and praising. Look!
Stanley didn’t like to swim but living near the ocean he didn’t mind, should the Spirit lead him, to take a sunrise stroll along the water’s edge.
The huge quantity of water brought Noah to mind. “That’s where all the water went,” he told himself. Then he provided the explanation that mountains rose while deep sea basins formed to collect the runoff which carved canyons along the way.
When Stanley told others the story of the water no one believed him (except those who did). Perhaps to taunt him for telling the tale of its failure to drown the remnant in that boat, or perhaps to merely remind him what it could still do, the water lapped its waves upon the sandy shore licking off any trace of Stanley’s footprints.