Rivers run to seas, and at times reverse course as the tidal pull of the moon pushes the sea back upstream.
Recent posts that review Kaniksu: Stories of the Northwest by Thomas F. Lacy, an engaging memoir of the Kaniksu of northern Idaho and the Lolo of western Montana in the 1920s and 1930s; and our monthly pilgrimage to Poplar Tree Lake in Meeman-Shelby Forest State Park to view the full moon rising ♨
The moon had my soul as I stepped through the gate into the schoolyard. I listened hard for the sweaty shouts of teammates running ghost-like on the lined fields of memory. Echoes of their gameful cries disperse to memory. My gaze fixes now on an orange line of thin clouds lingering across the pale sky of coming day. ♨
The full moon sets into a penumbral eclipse, sinking into the tree-lined ridge with spidery fingers of arboreal silhouettes etched across the lunar surface. Meanwhile, early commuters in the valley below sip steaming coffee and steer into another day of meetings, dealings, opportunities and confrontations, oblivious to the celestial spectacle along the ridgetop. ♨