It is 10:00 pm mountain time. I am generally a morning person, and this is a little late for me to be up. It has been quite a day, and it seems right to take a few minutes to write about it. I think I have a reason for wanting to write these things, and place them where others can read them. A few thousand years ago perhaps I would have been the one wasting valuable time trying to paint pictures on rocks.
Writing helps me appreciate, in a lasting way, the “little” events of daily life, moments when we could see a masterpiece of life if we have the will and passion to reach out and grab it. This evening there is a full moon. And we have a hot-tub set away from the house, down the canyon wall just a small ways at the end of a flagstone walk. This was not the first choice of the men who installed it, but it is tucked in just below the boulder Barb & I sat on the day we decided to buy the property-and for several years before we built our house we would sit on that boulder and dream together. There is no better view spot on the property.
There is a full moon tonight, and we awaited it’s arrival over the canyon rim in the comfort of the warm bubbling water. There is nothing like a full moon in canyon country. The canyon wall across from us goes for miles. There are breaks, or saddles in the wall. We know the moonlight is coming---before the moon clears the wall in front of us we see the faintness of it’s diffused light as a gentle glow in these gaps. Now the moon, in great brightness, begins to inch above the far wall of the dark canyon. Large Ponderosa pine are back lit by the brilliant moon. It seems trite to say, but they really do appear to be on fire for a few minutes.
Now the moon has cleared the top, and quickly climbed the canyon wall on our side. I look to my left, and see my wife illuminated in the moonlight. She is beautiful-beautiful to anyone. But she could never be so beautiful to another as she is to me. Barb in the moonlight-a masterpiece of life.
Writing helps me appreciate, in a lasting way, the “little” events of daily life, moments when we could see a masterpiece of life if we have the will and passion to reach out and grab it. This evening there is a full moon. And we have a hot-tub set away from the house, down the canyon wall just a small ways at the end of a flagstone walk. This was not the first choice of the men who installed it, but it is tucked in just below the boulder Barb & I sat on the day we decided to buy the property-and for several years before we built our house we would sit on that boulder and dream together. There is no better view spot on the property.
There is a full moon tonight, and we awaited it’s arrival over the canyon rim in the comfort of the warm bubbling water. There is nothing like a full moon in canyon country. The canyon wall across from us goes for miles. There are breaks, or saddles in the wall. We know the moonlight is coming---before the moon clears the wall in front of us we see the faintness of it’s diffused light as a gentle glow in these gaps. Now the moon, in great brightness, begins to inch above the far wall of the dark canyon. Large Ponderosa pine are back lit by the brilliant moon. It seems trite to say, but they really do appear to be on fire for a few minutes.
Now the moon has cleared the top, and quickly climbed the canyon wall on our side. I look to my left, and see my wife illuminated in the moonlight. She is beautiful-beautiful to anyone. But she could never be so beautiful to another as she is to me. Barb in the moonlight-a masterpiece of life.
