Still preoccupied with the moon and strappo. The moon passed full on Wednesday. I cancelled two appointments to walk into the deep dusk and watch her rise from the clouds far to the South East. She rises now between Bald and Ragged Mountains. In winter she rises from Megunticook.
She emerged from a dark purple cloud, golden and creamy, surrounded by the deep feminine rose pink glow. She cast a moon pillar toward heaven. Directly opposite, young Venus gleamed low in the twilight, and equidistant between them, high in the Southwest sky, hung Jupiter. There was no place else to be in that moment.
I despair of capturing the light essence of these moments in solid material. I am trying though, and when I come close, you'll be the first to know. Meanwhile, my moondreams explore the lover on the earth, and the gulf of darkness between the lights.
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