Tarmac Meditations #184: Cold Moon Rising

I went out of the house early this mornin’. Way early. My first thought was that it was freakin’ cold, and I was wearing shorts. But I cowboyed up and headed down the street instead of going inside and changing into running pants; courage is where you find it. Along the way I turned many corners, until eventually – a half hour later – I found my way back home. I glanced up at the winter moon high above, realized that I had been checking it out with every turn and at last, cold moon risin’. Here I was, home in one piece, “fired up and ready to go,” as my former President used to say. Overhead I saw the geese in “Chevron Flight” racing north. I took a picture of the moon and headed inside.

Image Credit

Photo by Michael Lebowitz. All rights reserved.