Strawberries Under the Moon

Aurora borealis across a strangely late fall seeming cool June evening. Glowing arcs and rays dancing for the sky. The geomagnetic storm must be strong, to be so bright against the full moonlight. Yellow-green, blues are explained by scientists who don’t seem quite sure themselves. On a blanket in the back acre next to a ripening patch of strawberries. We eat them tenderly, with only a splash of Boones Farm to wash them off. I put my hand on the hand you put on my knee. Each of us vaguely but not definitely aware these were a few of the best moments of our lives.

Looking at the stars from Eugi’s Stellar Causerie