dream walkings

Texas 1997

I saw that slight feather of a moon just above the tree line, dark before the fading blue sky.

How it looked as if plucked from a fairy tale.

It did flirt with me, asking if it could lull me softly to sleep as I floated down that cool quiet road.

We sliced through the cool air on our two-wheeled wonder, the road darkening as the trees stood as a thick guard hugging every curve.

Love, did I ever tell you how magical that was for me?