Chisel and Stone: "The moon was silvery, like an old Mercury dime, in the sky and it reflected off the tops of the whispy clouds floating around it. Most of our trees have lost their leaves, and there was just enough illumination to make their branches look like black lace imposed over the navy sky. Twinkling through the lace were tiny starlit sequins."
I like being reminded once in a while that Thanksgiving should happen everyday.