Silence descends after the blizzard
while the full Snow Moon rises over the river.
I have a front seat view while it slowly ascends
not as vibrant or huge as two nights past.
Though it is full, there is something lacking
in its form, brightness, colour.
The view makes me wonder that the expectation
of brilliance somewhat dims after creation.
As in life and nature, it is not the end destination
but the journey that makes it worthwhile.
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