I can’t quite explain it..
this sense of equilibrium I feel when I’m back in Florida..
rocking on my porch swing..
listening to the palm fronds softy clapping in the breeze..
watching the rising moon play hide and seek behind drifting clouds.
Surely the moon is just as bright up there
in North Carolina
and I simply
Maybe I’m not looking hard enough.
(photo credit; fineartamerica.com)