God I'm a sucker for a full moon in October, when the air is chilly and smells like absolute purity. The autumn sky is so surrealistically clear tonight. It's unbelievably beautiful outside, each star is perfectly crisp, like a painting. I just want to stand, gawking up at it, slack-jawed like the village idiot, and let the beauty seep in. I was so overwhelmed by it that for all the poetry I wanted to write, all I could manage were useless cliches about diamonds and velvet and backlit tapestries pierced with holes... Pitiful in comparison to the words this night deserves. Maybe I've written about it too much, but I can't seem to express just what effect a night like this has on me - it's primal and spiritual and leaves me speechless and frustrated by that lack of words.
I wish I could paint, or take a decent photograph or something... something. God it's beautiful.