I find myself without words.
Even though tonight the moon’s not blue. It’s not even full…just a golden sliver, hinting at its true nature in the implausible shadows of a night sky.
But still, I have no words.
I’ve spent a part of the evening composing a response to a writerly friend who has bestowed upon me kind words and a kind offer. But I’ve spent more of the evening listening to lilting voices accompanied by acoustic guitars and soft pianos…voices able to say things so much more eloquently than I can tonight…even without a blue moon…just that golden sliver, hinting at its true nature, in shadows.