Last night the sky was clear and deeply dark. In your world, too?
I saw its trail down the lake’s length from my bedroom window at about 2:00 (positionally, not the time) and ran down the pier illuminated like a runway, arms spread wide, into its glimmer.
It sure did look full. I knew that it wasn’t. Mother Nature was saving her last bit of waxing for tonight.
And you better believe I will be out there. Sitting at the end of the pier. Maybe a glass of wine in hand. Maybe after having several. Definitely with bells on.
So my question to you is this…
Do you do what I do? Do you look up at the moon and think about who else took the time to find it and think? Think about anything, or think about the people who would take the time to search it out? Think about who is connected to the same show?
You don’t know what you don’t know until you do.