I left a large group of people where I longed to stay, but my pumpkin hour was approaching. My husband walked with me and I stopped, asking him to look upwards. The moon was bright over this city, over this home, and there was a ring about it. I wondered at this crown and surmised the angelic host had been dispatched this night for our benefit.
I long for the scales of my eyes to drop to see the fullness of this hour that I, and many others, walk in.