November 23, 2007

Snow squalls in the morning. Tonight, the full blast of moon when I walked out the front door. I wasn’t expecting him. The time seems too little since the last full moon. He rose early, bright, turned the blue sky to silver around himself. Busy day, fulfilling day. I wrote my Dollywood Story. I walked all over, to begin a friendship with winter, who comes whether we are friends are not.