July 25, 2021

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Just before the full moon sets there is this hushing quietude. The birds put their mics down, the beavers take five and float, the water striders take a knee, the dragonflies suspend all sorties, the fish stop swimming with periscopes up, the wind catnaps after a night of full moon dreaming, a momentary snore escaping now and then into the pines up high, and everything just waits and watches. I imagine it’s not unlike one’s first moment in space, when gravity finally loosens its grip and you are free for the first time as a just another speck afloat in the infinite universe and everything becomes silent and then in the blackness without a single point to orient its existence, the Earth first appears, drifting in slow motion through that little window in all its splendor.