O happy night, first night before the day, night that is no night but perfect radiance, night that still shines and shall forever shine: .... Your clear beauty masters the shadow.
Today I was giving grandbaby Caroline a snack at around 4 p.m. when I happened to glance out the front door and see this:
The sun had hidden behind brooding clouds most of the day. At the last moment it tore a hole to make a token appearance, complete with rippling reflections on Greenwich Bay.