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.
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Love enjoying God's beauty.
But you crack me up. I love that you howled. :)
Sounds like something you really needed: warm, jetted water; nature, a full moon, and a way to express yourself.
Makes me smile.
Some impulses are made to be given into, methinks.
You are a poet.
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.
Love it! Only I should have been there and we could have howled together, out loud!
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