last month, i could bask in the glow of the moon on my parents’ deck in Washington.
we sat outside watching it rise above Mt. Baker.
Bittersweet these memories.
this would be the twin sisters, i guess.
last night, i was joined by some women from the neighborhood,
we sat outside with nice wine, and good food
and watched the moon rise over the hills… through the clouds…
i love the moon, waxing and waning.
no matter where i go, or who i am with.
there is the moon.
“Barn Burned Down
Now I can see the moon“