There is something about the Harvest Moon, even living in the tropics, even growing up in Florida, that first chill at dusk, the warmth of the sun giving way to moonrise, the smell of a fire - none of that is hard to conjure up. And while I enjoy my single state of being almost all of the time, it is not Valentine's Day that tugs a bit for coupleness, it's the idea of dancing to this song, on a beach where the sand has cooled and that yellow path across the water glimmers on the horizon, stretching to the sand. The Harvest moon rising.
Harvest Moon, Barley Moon, Full Corn Moon, Fruit Moon (Fruit Moon! I like this!). Down under, it's the Worm Moon, Lenten Moon, Crow Moon, Sugar Moon, Chaste Moon, Sap Moon. Chaste Moon; wonder where that came from.
We'll get those cool sands, but it won't be for months yet. In the meantime, enjoy the moon tonight, no matter where you are or what you call it. Watch and listen. One or two or three or four, clear or cloudy, it's a good night for a moon dance.
Have a moonshine Monday. Do something melodiously, meltingly metamorphic.
And I always that it was a marvelous night for a moon dance.
ReplyDeleteTrue dat, Chris.
Deletethanks for reviving some full moon memories such as standing with one's toes in the wet sand at the edge of the water, while looking behind to the east, as the full moon rises over caneel hill on st john , causing the palm fronds to glisten in the surprisingly bright light, while the tradewind breeze seems to increase just a bit to announce the arrival of the moon's presence..........
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for your lovely word picture as well, John.
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