That’s the way I’ve always loved
seeing it, a phase of the Moon riding medium-high on the horizon, occasionally
peeking through the branches and trunks of trees as I stride on.
It was a First Quarter the other
night, and after the rain stopped, I donned flip-flops and ventured out onto
the wet evening sidewalks. It was a
grocery expedition to neighborhood stores further down the road, and the fresh
and relatively cooler air was rejuvenating.
It had been cloudy, but on my way home I was surprised by
the Moon peeping at me from behind trees on the other side of the street. A little satori in the quiet night.
-Zenwind.
.
