full moons and coleslaw

My friend Paul sent me this photo today that he took of his Illinois evening...I have a thing about the moon. This photo takes my breath away. But I can't help it, it makes me sad, too.

Back in 2000, driving home from a wonderful first date with my sweetie, I saw there was a most spectacular full moon rising in the August night sky. I was so struck by its beauty that I grabbed my cell to call him and tell him to look up and find it. I'd known him for only a few hours, but already I had to share beautiful things with him. It felt like the right thing to do...

He found the moon. He agreed it was spectacular. And he said "I can't wait to see you again."

After 6 mostly sweet years together it ended this last summer with a shock and a moan and uglier than coleslaw thrown at a fan.

In August we met for dinner for the last time...a wrenching, bitter, painful good-bye. As we walked back to our cars in silence, we turned a corner to see, in a wedge of indigo blue sky caught between Portland's office buildings, a most spectacular full moon rising...

Photo by Paul Hadfield - http://pawleewurx.com/