I just came home from a midnight-full-moon-(BLUE moon)-top-down ride in the Pumpkin. I am not nearly articulate enough to do it justice. Flying through the soft summer air, the sweet smells of honeysuckle, earth and damp grass suspended in the night, my friend the moon racing along by my side, sometimes winking in and out between the trees, other times completely bathing me in gorgeous silver light. It was absolute bliss and a great gift and blessing, and I am truly thankful for it.
I didn't exactly HOWL, but I sure whooped at the top of my lungs (and boy, did that feel good)
