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Snow is blowing wildly in the wind- low across the highway. I feel like my headlights are guiding me through ocean waves and the seduction of riptides. The 'brights' lever keeping rhythm with those traveling towards, and then past me. The dark road is covered in snow, and even worse- the occasional ice. But there is safety carved on the pavement by those who have come before me. I am driving slow- everyone is driving slow- below the speedlimit. Either by caution of dangerous roads, or by the overwhelming vision of the winter night sky. The clear black scattered with points of light is awe enough but to bring the darkness swelling with the light of the full moon is almost unbearable ecstasy. I am watching the sky, when I should be watching the road. But I am watching the road. But mostly, I am watching the moon.