By the Light of the Moon

The other night I attended a dinner with my old friends from the Spirit Riders motorcycle group. It was out at a restaurant in Auburn, GA, and I knew some nice back country roads to take there, so I rode the Triumph. As I was riding, the full moon was peaking up over the tree line in front of me, casting its beautiful, white glow over the landscape. I was awestruck, basking in the pale light as I rode along. I slowed my pace, took my time, no longer in a hurry to reach the restaurant. I gave thanks to the Lord for the indescribable beauty and peace of the moonlit evening, and the ability and health to be out relishing it.
I arrived at the restaurant, and enjoyed a wonderful evening with my old riding companions. As we all suited up for our respective journeys home, the moon was much higher in the sky, now shining more directly down on us. I decided to take the long way home, even though the temperature was dropping. As I rode in the moon glow, the breezes were blowing leaves off the trees across my path, and I noticed each one caught some of the light from above as it flitted down. Its hard to describe the visual. I had never seen, or at least never noticed, such elegance under a full moon in autumn. I rode in silent worship, impervious to the cold, just soaking in the transcendent moments.
Autumn colors, cool breezes, clear skies, and the light of a full moon. "The heavens declare the glory of God, the skies proclaim the works of His hands." -Psalm 19:1