As the temperatures dropped, by late afternoon the mountains transformed from a one-dimensional wall of snow to patches of rising mist accentuating the blue horizon's depth.
Yet the cloud cover was still quite thick during Moonrise. It was bright, very bright, but the Moon itself could not be seen for a number of hours, until it managed to break through the remnants of this mist.
February's Snow Moon lived up to its name.
I just hope I'm awake enough to see it travel over the lake illuminating the valley.