Strawberry Moon II

Tonight's the Strawberry Moon, the last full moon of spring.  What happy madness might that bring?  I plan to eat my fill of strawberries today in tribute, drinking champagne as a compliment.  It has such a wonderfully simple elegance to it, n'est pas?  Pregnant with possibility.  

The world bumps and bangs along, and I wonder if my cat is any more or any less happy?  She lies against my foot as I write so that I cannot move it without discomforting her, my leg and back beginning to cramp, me knowing that I will move in just a moment.  The sun pours in through my dirty window over my computer screen and into my eyes.  This is a tough place to sit and write in the early mornings this time of year.  I will have to wash those windows and weed my yard as well, I think, telling myself, "not today."  I have "better" things to do.  There is the moon to consider and to plan for.  

There is enough in the world to make you sad and crazy if you let it.  The trick is not to let it.  Neat trick.  Try it some time.  Eternity in a moment, I keep telling myself.  That is a neat trick, too.  

The girl in this photograph is going to have her baby soon.  She is a creative writer finishing her degree.  She is sweet and beautiful, and I think of all the sunrises and all the Strawberry Moons yet to come.  A boy, she says.  She is having a boy.  

And the world waits, bumping and banging along.