So I'm wrapping my day — the capper on what is arguably the most amazing ten days of my life — and I take my beloved wolf-brother Aias out for a walk, and I discover a huge, beautiful, perfectly full moon just a-hangin' out there in the sky . . .

Being the pious pagan that I am, I tipped my hat in respectful salute . . . then when we turned back for home, I saw an  . . . I don't know, an icebow, I guess. A ring around the moon whose diameter spanned more than half the visible sky.

I can only imagine it was a feature of ice crystals in the atmosphere, like sun pillars are, because (this being the Midwest) it's about 8 degrees Fahrenheit out there, and the temprature's still falling.

I have no idea what such a sight is supposed to signify, but it felt significant. And it was unspeakably beautiful.

So I wanted to tell all of you about it.

That's all.