Mini Road Trip

Last night, as my younger daughter was getting into bed, her sister says, Want to go on a field trip?

In the dark , we drive around the mountain on our dirt road, passing precisely no other vehicle, and suddenly the nearly full moon appears in the sky, luminescent, unearthly, so near I imagine I could stretch out my hand and touch this gleaming orb.

While my older daughter leans against the car hood, busy with her Cannon, the younger girl and I admire the constellations, the night’s darkness ameliorated by the moon’s brilliance. Cold for May, I tug my down jacket tight.

The peepers sing. We breathe in the aroma of wet soil, standing at a hayfield’s edge, with no need or rush to go anywhere at all, drenched under star and moonlight.


Before the white chrysanthemum
the scissors hesitate
a moment.

– Buson


About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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4 Responses to Mini Road Trip

  1. margie says:

    Lovely post, Brett. A poignant visual. Thanks!

  2. Very sweet Brett Ann. You’re a good Mom to indulge your daughter’s adventurous spirit! I love when I am a bit doubtful about the outing that my daughter suggests and then we end up having a wonderful time and memory to share.

  3. This was a very short one, too!

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