Neil Young – “Harvest Moon”

Perhaps the one thing I love about September, more than the gradual nip in the air, the brisk winds picking up, or the subtle changing of the leaves is the full moon. The Harvest Moon. Low in the horizon, vibrant rust orange and unnaturally large. For some reason, no other full moon looks the way a Harvest Moon does.

When the Harvest Moon ascends to the night sky it is the one time during the year that I pause and reflect upon the night sky – no other astrological phenomena does that to me. It signifies the changing from the dog days of summer into the magic that is fall.

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