Thunder Moon... July's Glory...
The frolic begins... And they dance by the light of the moon, the Supermoon...
"A moon is a moon is a moon... " Says my mother. But oh, she is sooo wrong. Last night's moon was not a moon like any other. I slipped out in the clammy night to a world alight with palpable treasure. The house, with its sole eastern views blocked, slowly yielded my first glimpse of this huge, shimmering friend. Hello, Dear Moon. We hung out a while until it crept toward the west...
I realized this moon gave more than an outside show. Even the inner realm took on the blue-light glow, and I sat there by the window, smiling in the big, blue chair that I'd brought from home.
Candle in the wind... Summer promise.
Hugs and Whimsy! 
Comments
interesting... how your mom is very practical and etc. no whimsey, for her.
but you are delighted by magical and whimsey and sweet fancy. interesting... :-)
perhaps your father was more of a dreamer, than your mother...?
gentle hugs,
tessa~