I see a bad moon risin'

Last night at 8 I headed out for a run. The first time I went running at night I wasn't so sure I liked it, but now I enjoy the quiet dark stillness. That being said, it was much too dark for me last night and I was puzzled thinking that the last time I was out it had been almost a full moon, had I missed it? I kept running, looking for the road where I would turn around and was almost ready to just head back into town when the moon began to slowly rise over the mountain in the distance. I didn't take this photo, but it looked similar, all huge and orange. A truly beautiful moon. As it cast a soft light onto the snow covered fields I saw the road then turned around to go home thinking how fortunate I am to live in a place where I can run down a paved road at night, all alone, miles out of town and feel completely comfortable. No traffic, no people, just a few horses. To know I had a safe, warm home and family to return to made me whisper a little prayer, gratitude for myself and a blessing for those who are missing those things in life right now. So very blessed.