Driving home from work, my mind wanders through a thousand residual thoughts of the day, papers to grade, helping students with math problems, or reporting stats to the college, but then I look up toward the setting sun, and the moon pulls me back to an awareness of beauty and life. I'm reminded how I sang once during a ceremony, and the Moonsong resounded gently in the night air. It sounded haunting and lonely, like a bell ringing beautifully from another world.
I almost called you last night to have you you take a picture of the moon. It looked really cool last night, I wanted to take a picture but my camera dosent do well at night photos.
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