I can’t quite explain it..
this sense of equilibrium I feel when I’m back in Florida..
rocking on my porch swing..
listening to the palm fronds softy clapping in the breeze..
watching the rising moon play hide and seek behind a steady stream of incurious clouds.
Surely the moon is just as bright up there
in North Carolina
and I simply
Maybe I’m not looking hard enough.
(photo credit; fineartamerica.com)