The moon races past quarter toward half. It’s light begins to occlude the Milky Way, but the brighter stars still shimmer in the darkened sky. Buster and I walk the ‘hood’ and listen to horses whinnying in the distance, mingled with a few car noises on distant Mex 1. The quiet is decidedly soothing … a smile turns up the corners of my lips and I thank my friends for all their support and help to get me here.
Before I headed south, I had counted the days left in my Laguna home by the phases of the moon .. How many full? How many new moons? Now, the count moves in the other direction. The mind begins to settle. The heart begins to find its own rhythm.