May
4
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Separation.
I was driving home tonight and couldn’t help but notice the full moon. Technically, it won’t be full until the wee hours of Saturday, but it’s close to full and still waxing.
Long ago, an old man told me he thought of me every time he saw the full moon because I’d been so fond of moonlight. I wasn’t Wiccan then, just a nature spirit.
Tonight I wondered how many people still think of me when they see the moon at her brightest.
