Last night there was a lovely full moon illuminating my camp site.
I don’t think I can truly describe what it was like. The magnificent moon shadows took my breath away; I was spellbound.
Last night was extraordinary for another reason. My youngest turned 31. Happy birthday, Ben! Good thoughts of you on a peaceful night. What a blessing.
One can never have enough nights like that. A complete feeling of contentment. A feeling that–at that moment–all is right with the world.
And as a look at the two piles of laundry demanding my attention at this moment, I’m still wearing a smile a got from staring at Luna for an hour or two last night. Sigh…
Moondog Ben Basile
Photo credit Ben Lawrence Basile