My friend, Nadia, and I have been tossing around the concept of living by the senses. She first heard it on the Travel Channel. (You're better off traveling by your senses than by an intinery.) Since then, this idea has become part of my life, as I see more and more just how moved I am by my senses. I'm tired right now, so I will go into this more later. For now, I wanted to share something relating to this topic.
My favorite time of day is the wee hours of the morning. I've been this way for as long as I can remember. A few weeks ago, a full moon lured me out from under my cozy quilt. My dog needed to go out, and I found myself captivated by the brightness of the moon contrasting with the black sky. The moon is mysterious and beautiful. It can blind my eyes and light a path. I find its predictability comforting. That morning, I was awed, bathing in it's glow. I could feel the energy run through my body. It was a moment.
I threw the dog back inside, grabbed my camera, and stood in my front yard in a bathrobe, snapping pictures of the sky. Here's my favorite.
My favorite time of day is the wee hours of the morning. I've been this way for as long as I can remember. A few weeks ago, a full moon lured me out from under my cozy quilt. My dog needed to go out, and I found myself captivated by the brightness of the moon contrasting with the black sky. The moon is mysterious and beautiful. It can blind my eyes and light a path. I find its predictability comforting. That morning, I was awed, bathing in it's glow. I could feel the energy run through my body. It was a moment.
I threw the dog back inside, grabbed my camera, and stood in my front yard in a bathrobe, snapping pictures of the sky. Here's my favorite.
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