|The moon over the Tennessee River|
The girls began swiftly dialing their friends to tell them, too, to look at the moon, a gorgeous July Thunder Moon.
So there we were, moon-gazing, sky-sighing, all thanks to one charming, enthusiastic teenager, excitedly gazing at the beautiful moon lighting up the neighborhood and the farm fields of our place down by the river.
A small pocket of time passing: I love the quiet and the solitude with unexpected breaks for things like en masse moon-gazing and deer sightings. I’m still amazed by the cotton farm fields and the density of trees.
If it wasn’t for spending my entire life in a major metropolis, I don’t think I’d appreciate being rural like this now - yet I miss my life in California.
But, hey! Look at the moon!