My cold is on the wane and I feel almost myself again. Thanks, everyone, for your very sweet well-wishes – they were much appreciated! Anyone who says the friends we make online aren’t real just don’t know what they’re talking about. Poor things…. The War has been fascinating and since D-Day is tonight, today’s post will be short. But I was so inspired by our very full moon this morning, I felt an overwhelming need to write this post for him:
Good morning”, the moon said today. His full, round face was a soft, welcoming lemony color. “Would you like to dance?” he asked.
“But I’m late for work”, I explained, starting the car – preoccupied with adjusting radio and temperature dials, situating my bags and coffee cup.
“It’s alright.” he said, “We’ll dance while you drive.”
And we did. We faced each other and danced a graceful minuet during my short drive west. My hands on the wheel, as if on his shoulders, I swayed right as he swayed left. We came back again to center and repeated our step with the opposite side. As my car dipped down a hill, my full-faced partner dipped with me until we briefly lost sight of each other, then met again on the ascent, his position slightly lower in the sky than just a little while before.
For a few short minutes we danced gracefully and beautifully until I reached my day’s destination.
Puttting the car into park and cutting the lights, I looked up to thank my partner. His face, relfecting the not yet risen sun, had reddened slightly. “Oh, mon amoureux de lune!” I exclaimed.
He was blushing.