chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Monday, October 01, 2007
Last note of the evening - Bob called when he was out walking - seeing a blood red moon, a little past half, rise over the bay - his first blood red moon. I've seen them like that before. I rushed out on the cell phone, hoping to see the moon red from here and did catch it rising above the holding pond - still harvest gold, not red at all. It felt great though to be able to share a moon walk even while in different cities. Technology is good for more than I want to give it credit sometimes.