A bright white moon sailing in the sky at the end of a red-letter day.
Lobsters delivered from Maine by a friend. A red poppy that defies the season and decides to bloom on the garden path while the rest of the flora is going to seed.
Red will dominate the wetlands soon, the Swamp Maples will don their fiery fall dress and the sunsets will blaze the horizon. The world will explode in color only Nature can produce – a Crayola crayon box of umber, gold, and crimson.
The term, a red-letter day, acceding to Wikipedia has; its roots are in classical antiquity; for instance, important days indicated in red in a calendar dating from the Roman Republic (509 BC-27 BC). In medieval manuscripts, initial capitals and highlighted words (known as rubrics) were written in red ink. The practice was continued after the invention of the printing press, including in Catholic liturgical books. Many calendars still indicate special dates and holidays in red instead of black.
The reference to the early religious manuscripts and the birth of publishing, the invention of the printing press, how ironic as I type these words and send them off into the world…