Our entire house is lit up, the full moon over the lake is reflecting off of every surface. The water dances with the light and flings its partner to the edges of the darkness.  The Ocean roars from being pulled by the extreme of the moon phase.  The only clear sound I can hear is the overfull spring fed stream turned torrent to the south. I thought I’d share my slice of the moon with you.  It’s 2:45 a.m. on the Pacific Coast.