It was the late end of the day. I was ready to go upstairs, and I was surrounded by darkness, as I’d expect, but for the far left quadrant of the kitchen curtain. It was luminous. Aglow.
A full moon? Somehow I’d missed the growing crescent in the night sky? I don’t think anything has that late-night radiance but the moon. Clouds scatter, and nothing but the full moon reaches down so intensely, down past the distant heavens, past the treetops, ‘cross the window trim, and into my room. It’s like it was waiting there for me … a gentle, benevolent kind of lying- in-wait … a secret, a surprise.
The unremitting strength of spirit.
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On a warm summer’s evening … simple words … my favorite kind of words … packed with age-old nuance and memories. Is there a single one of us who doesn’t hold onto the image of a warm summer’s evening?
Credit: The Gambler, performed by Kenny Rogers (1978), written by Don Schlitz.
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