Last night I saw something very beautiful which I'd never seen before and may never see again. I had been out around 9 and seen that the sky was very clear, so the three-quarters moon was very bright. Later, around 11, I walked the dogs down to the bay as usual. A light fog had formed, just thick enough to soften and blur everything, but not thick enough to block the moonlight altogether. The moon was halfway down the western sky and was clearly visible, though somewhat dimmed, and looking straight at it revealed the way the mist was constantly swirling. The tiny droplets of which the fog was composed scattered the light, giving a very faint radiance to the fog itself.
We don't get fog very often, and the chances of this combination of circumstances occurring again are not great. I wish I could keep the picture in my mind but it's already fading.
Light On Dark Water 
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