Pink Moon
I’ve never heard of this celestial phenomena—blue moon, yes. Once in a blue moon. I’m surprised the far right hasn’t protested—woke moon, LGBT DEI moon, I mean it is always transitioning.
Regardless of politics, I’m here to say, I observed the pink moon. It was slightly hue-y, a bit of a rose tint. Not as big as a harvest moon or those full moons where you feel like the moon will eat the earth or are as bright as the sun. A gentler, more aesthetic moon, open to listening, wanting to know my thoughts.
Beautiful. Through the trees, it glowed, despite all the
ambient light pollution. Luna seemed to say we’re sisters, you and I. From high
above to terra below, we’re all in this together. Be brave, be bold, keep
changing.
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| view from the back deck |
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