Loon Moon

I was gliding in a canoe on a pitch dark night waiting for the moon to rise. Everything was so dark I could not even determine the horizon line. The sense of up and down was distorted . All was silent. Seconds before the first edge of the moonlight appeared the sounds of Loons pierced the darkness and filled the night sky with music and joy. As the full moon rose calls of excitement continued to fill the night air. The beauty of that moment is etched in my soul forever.