Full Murmuration Moon
Full Moon rises tonight at 620 as the sun sets at 623, pretty close to synchronous. It has been humid and very dry and dusty so I'm expecting good color. We will see. Life has been interesting of late. Our family has lost 5 significant friends and members in the last week or 10 days. whew, that is a lot of tears. P and I were in Grand Coteau for the wake of a life long friend and P's distant cousin, Karleen Barry, wife and mother of 8 and such a funny lady. It was a warm and fuzzy affair. I guess this is a big part of life. A good bud, Judith, who knows that I like to dabble in poetry sent me this fun Barbara Crooker poem last summer. Quite the FMA appropriate poem: How the Trees on Summer Nights Turn into a Dark River how you can never reach it, no matter how hard you try, walking as fast as you can, but getting nowhere, arms and legs pumping, sweat drizzling in rivulets; each year, a little slower, more creaks and aches, less breath. Ah, but these soft nights, air l...