I can't be the only one that is eternally grateful that such a monster of a full moon is gone daddy gone. I have always been especially susceptible to its pull but this month I could have eaten the world in two bites and drank it down with a flick of the wrist. Full of the sea change within me, within all of us, I would have broken out the big wings to fly if only I could.
But good things can come of strange things. What beauty that bone white orb spread across our ancient monuments. Walking through, with my love at my side, I arrived at a bit of time holding its breath, just before the wane. Une petite pause. And très juste, this light, one entirely unafraid of banishing the dark.