Winter’s eve is on the horizon and marked on our calendars. Are you ready?
We’ll wake warm beneath our covers and watch the full moon set with a twilight sunrise.
We’ll celebrate and drink strong coffee laced with nighttime dew of the full moon.
It tastes just like dark chocolate, as dark as the dark side of the moon. We toast to the fullness of our mother moon.
As ghost ships of yesteryear sail by the window of my eye I find myself surrendering to the aroma of the coffee and chocolate.
I recede back into my coffee to believe there is no such flavor as intoxicating as mocha java.
Then painted sails of the ancient mariner galleons catch my eye. I am once again daydreaming about floating on an incoming tide past the full moon of Atlantis.
If you believe, I invite you to foster the eternal imagination within your own conscience and join me. I’m about to leave soon to step outside myself, come along for the ride.