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a three-quarter moon is sitting on a cloud. 

a big white fluffy, cashmere-and-whip-cream cloud

(personally, I’ve never found cotton

to be as soft as a cloud)–

still lit by the sunset in a cloudless west. 

it’s such a strange sight…

so bright it looks fake. 

the moon is actually giving the cloud a tiny sliver lining.

 

I’m awed that, though the cloud and the moon seem to be

on the same playground,

my cousin in Austin can see the same moon,

but not the cloud.

why did God make it that way? 

 

the best part of this evening is the breeze. 

cool-front breezes always continue

even after the sun has set. 

reminds me of being a little girl,

being a teenager,

driving home late from my job,

more years ago than I care to count, 

with the windows down.

marvelous.

 

I love spring,

but fall has more memories. 

I love it when the air gets a little nippy…

I go to the mall on a weekday evening to see

the Christmas decorations

(which get put out earlier and earlier every year)

and hear Bach playing all over. 

 

I feel like a kid tonight, only better,

because all the worries about who I am

and where I fit in

are washed away in experiences and memories.

I know who I am now,

and I like who God made me.

Paris is one of the best things

that ever happened to me. 

everyone should go to Paris. 

 

and everyone should have a big swing

in their backyard that gives them

a perfect view of the sunset,

a glorious northern breeze in their hair,

(to ruffle it, or to blow it over to Camelot, which ever you prefer)

and a great view of the moon past the tree branches

if they hang upside down just right.