As Orion traverses across the early morning sky, I look to the moon as it gazes down upon me as if a guardian lighting my path. I see my shadow stretch across the earth as if it was running from the lunar survey. The bright, shining orb that was perched up high, hanging from an imaginary thread, made me wish I was standing beside a glamorous lake on which it may cast it's radiant image atop its glass-like surface. I feel like I could howl to the magnificent sight, even though I am being gripped , and slowly enveloped, by the frigged morning air. As the moon reflects the light from the sun, I too feel the reflection of myself projected upon it's face. Now the stars begin to fade and the new sky starts to awaken. The lunar protector hides behind the mountains to the west. Until we meet again, my moon.