As I write tonight, the full moon shines in the dining room window and bathes me in a cold, lunar light. I can see it clearly, small and far away, but as I drove home around the lake this evening, just as the sun was setting, I looked to the east and saw the moon just as it came up over the water and the trees on the horizon big and gold and red. It is cold here tonight, or what passes for it in this part of the world. The sky is clear and the air is rare. It is a bit of a blessing.
But blessings and curses must balance out, I imagine, if the universe works according to any laws we've invented, and for many of you the weather is ferocious and dangerous. I've had my share of it having lost more than most and having my life altered forever by a hurricane. Twice.
When the power is restored, if you were only inconvenienced and did not lose much, things will return to normal. For the others of you. . . we will be one.
But the night for me is one of beauty and longing. I will let the moonlight bathe me. There is only so much.
When the power is restored, if you were only inconvenienced and did not lose much, things will return to normal. For the others of you. . . we will be one.
But the night for me is one of beauty and longing. I will let the moonlight bathe me. There is only so much.
After the blowing, Hannah and I went out to look around -- it was a bizarre site when we stepped out for there it was -- the full moon - like a giant stone eye. We didn't expect it for it had been so incredibly dark for so many hours. It was lighter outside than in but a strange milky color because of the swirl of clouds that surrounded it.
ReplyDeleteThe flooded marshes were an incredible vision, lit by this smudgy white light. The roads completely covered by red pine needles and a lonely broken sailboat like a skeleton washed ashore.
I shiver to think of what might have been here on this sliver of land. Kali for sure.
Quite a vision.
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