On the first day of spring, at dawn, I go outside and the first thing I see is the crescent moon just risen over the edge of the horizon. Overheard, the sky was still almost black, with a gradual lightening down by the tips of the mountains. The moon was so nestled perfect from the rising it had done, I could see it could talk.
"Hello." said the moon.
"Hello." I said back.
"Did I startle you?" asked the moon.
"Oh, bless me, no." I said.
"Are you sure?" asked the moon, going higher.
"I was surprised, but gratified." I said.
"Very nice." said the moon.
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Spring 2012
West of Irvine
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