It will be so good to see it - so refreshing and uplifting to see the moon again. Not an orange smokey moon, obscured by the smoke from numerous wildfires burning throughout the state of California... but a clear, large creamy moon. It hasn't risen yet.. but I'm waiting. Don't you just love a full, summer moon? Accompanied by the timeless sound of crickets in the grass, the velvety soft night air, and if you are lucky, the brush of fingers with your Love... ahhhhh.
Hurry up home my moon child.
Hurry up home my moon child.
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I forgot to go out and look. Guess it is still up there.
The full moon means bad dogs to me.
The Moon talks to us.
I love the moon, no matter it's shape or size..when I lived in my little house, before I moved to the retirement apts. I would do nekkid moon dances for rain..now I have to do them in the living room, but it still works...
The man in the moon is always a welcome sight.
A full summer moon isn't that what brings out the weirdos ? It still is wonderful to look at.
Yes, indeed a very special moon. i love the sound of crickets and the cicadas on a hot summers night.
oddly enough, i live across the continent far from the fires and yet the moon last night was soooo orange.
Happy Belated b-day to Bear!!!!
Here in AR, we toss in lightning bugs (fireflies) to add some more magic to the summer evenings.
We also add MOONshine to the mix.
:-)
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