Hey there, it’s Leila here—your laid-back backyard astronomer and part-time poetry spinner. I just had to share what I’m calling a “Sturgeon Moon Moment”—that magical hour when nature shows off, and you just happen to be looking up.
Picture this: the Sturgeon Full Moon, that August giant, gliding up over Yosemite National Park. It doesn’t just rise—it blossoms behind Half Dome or Cascade-like cliffs, painting the sky in orange and gold. There’s something cinematic in how the moon’s edges soften, how it almost lingers on the horizon—like it’s pausing for a breath before taking its place in the night sky.
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