day forty-six: howling

My guys were all gone for the evening, so I crawled into the hot tub and cranked up the jets. The jets speak to me sometimes.

And as I sat there with my head back looking straight up into my gorgeous mammoth cottonwood tree I noticed the huge harvest moon peeking over the roof of my house. It was seriously... wow.

I made a decision to not think too deeply about the moment. I just sat there and stared.

And then I howled, silently.

6 comments

Lara | October 4, 2009 at 9:24 AM

Love enjoying God's beauty.

But you crack me up. I love that you howled. :)

Connie | October 4, 2009 at 8:58 PM

Sounds like something you really needed: warm, jetted water; nature, a full moon, and a way to express yourself.
Makes me smile.

Kimberly | October 5, 2009 at 10:43 AM

Some impulses are made to be given into, methinks.

Heidi Ashworth | October 6, 2009 at 7:34 AM

You are a poet.

charrette | October 6, 2009 at 11:41 PM

Shoot! I growl at slow-poke drivers who hog the carpool lane, and you howl at the moon. Everything you do is so romantic and expressive and wonderful.

Eowyn | October 8, 2009 at 12:17 PM

Love it! Only I should have been there and we could have howled together, out loud!