...of two moons stayed with me all day. Almost everything I looked at reminded me of the image. I saw Titan in the cat's eye. A bee. The arm of the sofa in the sun room. The painting I see every time I leave this room. Enceladus was the back of a jumping spider. The head of an ant. The bit of sky the poplar leaves let through. The bubbles in the cup just after it's filled with coffee. I should've written a poem about it, but just seeing the moons everywhere was enough.
The weather forecast looks promising, so I'll be tromping through the forest and the bogs for the next few days. I'll post again next week.
6 comments:
Is it next week yet?
Ya, I guess it is...
That moon has been out a long time.
Ya, I guess it has...
Boy oh boy is it ever next week. Next week, plus a half hour in Newfoundland.
good grief
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