Slight Return to Half Mast

  • A song continues to resonate in my head – a ping pong ball that bounces around in my skull, hitting nerves and indistinct emotions, stoking my inspiration. It reminds me of music from a different era – really, decades ago – a humbling amount of time to pass.

    That same youthful time recollects me to moments spent outdoors under a moonlit sky…but one not nearly so cloud-filled as this one and, of course, tufas.  Surreal to walk in the silence under the brightness of a full moon, not needing torches. I spend some time to stand on the shore, my mind echoing the reflection of the clouds upon the water.