Remember summer evenings lying in the grass looking up at the moon? I have done this so many times that, if I can remember, I can guess exactly where the moon will appear each night, once again, only if I choose to remember.
Black and white silhouette portrait of the foggy evening lightened by the full moon's white Moonglow. Isn't it amazing how bright it looks through the fog on the water? Makes me think of what hope might look like.