The Lady Moon is a common theme that brings out some of the best words in books and other writing. Or maybe the words aren't so wonderful and it's just a spell that she places on each of us that have observed her on a calm, peaceful night that sticks with us, ready to change our viewpoint as soon as her name is mentioned.
"The moon was out again, but she was lower now, and bashful. Auri smiled at her, glad for the company now that she was no longer On Top of Things and Haven was far gone behind. Here on the edge of the clearing the moon showed acorns scattered on the ground. Auri spent a few minutes picking up the ones with perfect hats and tucking them into her gathersack." from The Slow Regard of Silent Things by Patrick Rothfuss
If you have had the opportunity to spend a little time under Oaks, you can picture the fruits of these trees lying on the ground. Some of them brazenly sitting atop whatever grasses and leaf litter that might be scattered under the canopy of the trees themselves. Others, cleverly hiding themselves while peaking out from underneath a violet's leaves.
And yes, some had perfect hats, while others showed their loss due to their fall from a great height or the tread of humans with heavily booted feet.
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