The moon. Sunday morning.
In a cloudless sky.
Pretty. Inspiring. Unexpectedly perfect.
Looking like someone had painted it above my head as part of a set decoration.
Like an artist’s interpretation of what the moon is supposed to look like in the early morning hours.
When you see it while sitting on your deck, drinking your morning coffee.
Tending your own thoughts, wondering if it might be time to get back to blogging again.
Deciding that it is…
So how’ve you been? What’s new, kids?
I’ve missed you. Mean it!