Nature and opportunity, providing a planetary alignment of delightful sensory excess over twenty-four hours on January 15 and 16—embracing the time for two moonrises and a moonset in between.
Moon-up on Wednesday evening the 15th.
Then, a quiet gentle moon-down the next morning.
That Thursday afternoon, embracing the visceral pleasure of taking wing, trike flying with chum Howard in the Anza Borrego desert. ‘Tis a blessedly breezy affair. You need elements? Just extend your hand to your side.
And then, the day over, an hour after sunset, time for another moonrise. The Cirrus carpet-ride awaiting our return flight to San Diego, posing with the lunar glow as the moon rises over the Santa Rosa mountains and the Bandlands to the east.
God does not subtract from man’s allotted time, days spent in blissful giddiness. My story, and I’m sticking with it.