… rose over the hillside. Like a surprise, the moon simply appeared.
All day long it often seems, I go about moving things — words, dishes, weeds. Laundry from the line to the basket. My own sometimes tired bones. Then the moon, rising infinitely serene and wise.
After a late soccer game, the girls sat at table outside, the air abruptly cooling as the sun began to sink. The girls kept eating strawberries, shortcake, whipped cream. A forkful dropped on the table.
There you are, my daughter said to the moon, laughing. A hello from her to this heavenly sphere. July.
White Mountains. Hiking with my brother. Photo by Jess.
Stony Soil Vermont 
This was especially nice, Brett.
Thank you, Margie! Always nice to hear from you 🙂
How beautiful and evocative.. I love the moon as a reminder of the bigger picture.
Thanks for reading! The lovely moon. Wish we were sleeping outside last night….
I love the rising moon as well as the rising Pleiades in late fall/winter. Both always seem to make the moment that you spy them sacred. GT
So true!