June 28, 2004
A swath of moonlight draped the water. I could see it from the clearing, where I stood, atop a hill. White cloth draped on the water, rippling and breathing. Seamless reams of white light washing to the shore. At that moment I wanted to be a poet and describe the full moon. Hasn't every poet? I stood and admired the water and after a while I imagined myself falling into the water, being bathed by the light. I stood mesmerized, afraid to turn and leave the moon behind. I stayed till dawn, and then decided it was time for sleep.