"There is a moon in the sky tonight that takes my breath away; bright, round, sailing through the recently leaf-stripped branches of the trees. Why ask why when before us there is, just is..."
Too true, and I'm racing these words to get out there. Enjoy!
PS
Once spent a day in repose, thinking about the fruit tree in my old garden, lying beneath it hoping to write an insightful poem or muse-ful essay. Thought of who planted it and why, of all the infestations it had weathered, of the possibility of a creator, of the purpose of bark, stones, algae, aphids, etc etc.
Eventually I relented and wrote on the blank pape just three words:
"Here be plums!"
That is not anti-science, but it was of the moment.
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