The sun set in the distance; the atmosphere grew dark and the orange and reds
I watched the moon come up over the mountain on Friday night. Open fields with nothing and no one around for miles.
The reflection shined down on the July evening. The air is sticky, but the sky was bright.
Somehow life is a little bit sweeter in the summertime.
It had me thinking that the summer moon is different than any other time of year.
Possibility, love, wishing, dreaming…It’s all out there.
This time, it feels within reach.