There she is rising, rising still.

Life’s best moments capture us in unexpected waves. They sweep us up in a wild tide and deposit us on some foreign shore that didn’t exist, that shouldn’t exist, that exists amidst the madness of our world.

A red moon, a warm body, crashing Atlantic waves and star studded blackness become a memory etched, engraved, branded, scorched into a place where forever is completely and always possible. In this forever I ride the waves. They keep me from drowning.

And then, when I least expect it a red moon peeks above the horizon. It rises and rises and bleeds into the sky until all I see is a silvery yellow glow. Georgetown can’t be all that bad eh? How can it be when even here a red moon grabs my heart and tongue?

A red moon, the music of freedom, the promise of something better than the illusion of happiness…this is life, the real thing.

The moment I just know there’s more to all this madness.

Sharing a quick moment with you while I’m on the go.
Sara.