Some things I can't recall at all, but the other day, in the Alabama Hills, a full moon, like tonight's, came up and lit the desert with magic.
We were in THE SPOT, with one of the most spectacular views on the planet...Mt. Whitney, with a mantle of snow, glowing. The evening, as tonight, was clear and of perfect temperature. We strolled hand-in-hand.
What is it about the moon that imbues memories that never fade?
‘Breath on an undying ember,
ReplyDeleteIt doesn’t take much to remember..’
Joan Baez
‘Winds of the Old Days’