Only A Handful

Last night I watched the full moon rise as night replaced the day and as she slowly rose above the trees she took my breath away. Two dogs running just out of reach looked up as they played among the dunes. Two lovers walking along the beach… paused a moment to swoon. And I thought how lucky I am to be standing here watching the moon in awe, standing neath a sky so clear… under the same moon my ancestors saw. And I though that moon's been around since before time began ushering in every nightfall and how that same moon admired by animal, woman and man shall endure…outliving us all. This morning I watched the fading moonlight as night returned control to the day and as I watched her slowly drift out of sight she again took my breath away. For once again I was reminded how life is fleeting how it's up too us to make each moment last to do something each moment worth repeating before the moment slips into the past… To fill our days with surprises… remembering life is but a momentary vignette… and we only have a handful of moonrises… and only a handful of moonsets.