The full moon reflected in a rain puddle on the back wooden deck on a clear, crisp night.



Coming up from working in the garage very late one night last week, I happened to glance out the glass door to the backyard.  A timeless image presented itself to my eyes.  The full moon was glancing up at me reflected in a puddle left from earlier rain showers.

No interpretation is needed.  Indeed, to seek any interpretation would be to negate the zen nature of that moment.

A zen moment can catch you unawares, and that is the magic of such moments!

If there would have been several puddles on the deck, multiple moons would have been shining up at me.

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