~ Sunset meets Moonrise
My father tucks me in between worn buffalo plaid flannel and kisses me goodnight; his salt and pepper mustache tickles. I like the red and black soft squares and grains of rough sand from the lake that I rub with my toes on the bottom sheet. Grey smells ooze through the old log cabin. The goodnight moon smiles through the wavy glass-paned window. I look into my father's soft steel-gray eyes and ask, "How did the moon follow me all the way from home?"
He grins wide as the world, shows his big white teeth, and says, "Because I tied a string around the moon and another around your finger so wherever you go, the moon will always be with you." I like that. My father knows how to do everything.
I close my eyes. My father cranks open the creaky window. The smell of brown earth and green forest blanket me. Golden moonbeams spill over my face. I sleep in Technicolor ..."
~ The Greatest Gift
The full moon rises shortly after sunset ...
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