“Do you want to catch the moon rise?”
Walk on damp sand through fading light.
A small smoldering fire for warmth. Gratitude.
Picnic chairs facing east.
Nearly cloudless night.
Mugs of water handed out.
A Great Lake.
Laughter in hushed tones.
Talking of old memories while making new.
Timing just right.
A moon that pushes up in shades of sunrise.
A cold Wisconsin spring night.
Lunar light stretching in a dazzling path.
Somewhere in a remote place
on a dark night -
lit by starlight and moon beams.
A gift beyond measure.
Surrounded by salt of the earth souls.
Live Your Light