Two nights of great moon sightings restores my inner feeling of peace. I have been a busy little worker bee but stopping to stare at the moon as it slowly entered the evening sky was on the top of my priorities. The first night it was up and translucently beautiful before the sky started to even lose its light to the encroaching shadows of night.
On the second night, darkness had slipped in to cover the world in silence and sleep and the moon began its silent, lofty climb to lend a small whisper of hope that light would again come to the earth. It hid like a shy beauty behind the curtain of the salt cedars until its path sent it into full view.
A dream written on a moon beam will always come true. So it is spoken, so it is written, so it shall be.
It is so cool, we are miles apart, looking at the same moon, thinking the same thoughts. Here’s hoping all your moon dreams come true!
Your words are so beautiful, I’m sure you she be an writer, lol but you are, cold over here, for me at least, as soon as I get this home into the permanate agents hands will somecome over there for the dry warm weather,good luck with your new home, the mountains are beautiful also the moon looks much there. x x