Speaking of full moon.. the prettiest thing I have ever seen, was engraved on my mind during a full moon. We had a foot and a half of snow on the ground when I had started out on a hike, and I got caught out in an ice storm. Took shelter in an old camp near where I used to live to wait out the rain. The clouds rolled off, and the moon came out... The trees looked like blown glass sculptures or cut crystal, and the ground was a sheet of crystal and white. The moon shining through the trees tossed faint rainbows on the ground here and there, and brighter white spots as well. Been haunted by that memory since. Kinda like seeing ultimate beauty, and knowing that you will never see it nor achieve it again. Makes my drawing talent look like paltry hen scratches on paper to me. Oop, there I go, off on a tangent again. Let you go for now, -Darksheare