Wasn’t it amazing? I could not keep from staring out the window, the world all shades of blue and silver and black. I hope the poem is better than any possible photo, and I am glad we could share it.
How can incandescent light compete with something so lovely, so rare? I sat and gazed out at the snow and shadow; that memory will be permanently etched in my mind. I’m glad you got to see it too.
I like the phrase “Beaver Moon.” Where does it come from? I’m glad so many of us got to see this incredible gift of light in the night. Like you, I could not think of going to bed.
Tonight the full moon is shining through the windows. It’s five degrees out, and the snow is like facets of precious stones. I dare not turn on the lights to disturb this wonder.
Wild shadows
crafted by the moonlight
reach across my snow covered rooftop,
arching and bending like dancers etched in crystal,
black against the sparkling first powder
that generous winter
left last night.
I grieve that you feel such pain, that you hurt as you have described. You are remembered and supported and encouraged from this tiny corner of the world, and from many, many others.
Oh, Woody, Woody, you need to get into a big fight with Jon, who trashes your camera. Get away from that computer before it devours you. You’re building the tension too well.
It’s a beautiful story, told without self pity. Eli is so very strong, and those who love him are roots holding him and keeping him whole. Yet even as he must take another leap of faith, his roots travel with him still. Great story!
And I, in turn, hold you - and the GA community in deep and high regard, too. Happy Thanksgiving (though it may not be an official holiday across the pond).
Wow. Now Alex has had several punches to the gut. Family shame, a longtime debt, and the friendship he never maintained. Time to drown his sorrows, except he can't afford the beer.
I lift my voice in fulsome thanks
for blessings in their serried ranks;
pink fingered dawn, the forest bird,
my lover’s kiss and muscled flanks.
No friend will pass without some word
of gratitude for love conferred
by gentle hugs from near or far
which amity and kindness stirred.
My heart will praise the evening star,
the scent of Uncle Rob’s cigar,
late autumn feasts where yarns unfold,
and tunes arise f
Yes, Noah. Stay. Great chapter. Lovely the way you deepen their relationship. But they have to come clean with Jenn soon, or Noah will lose a really great friend.