Trip Start Jul 19, 2009
160Trip End Oct 25, 2010
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I have not seen him again. I hope I will before I return.
I also need to see the stars and the moon.
Each night they appear in a different way. But last night I saw the moon as never before.
I had to go looking for it, it was not high up in the sky but hung low and hid behind the roof of a barn, the branches of a tree covering its circle, like black lace a widow's face.
The moon was full, it's color surreal. A strange orange, but not like the sun. It didn't shine, it glowed - as if it were gold.
Gold that had been buried in the earth for ages and ages, acquiring a mysterious patina.
The dark clouds were touched by the unearthly sheen. It was as if I'd stepped into another world.
How the moon pulls at your heart, drawing you into melancholy.
So I stood, thinking of the poet who wrote: ' at the midnight stroke of full moon, look up and howl...you might hear a strange echo'
And I swear, I heard the echo - could it be I'd silently howled?