Chelsea came home for the weekend. Driving home from Marseille we traced along the foothills of Saint Baume. The Super Moon rose to greet us. It was as a glowing ball of wonder and took our breath away.
Without stopping, we watched the super moon dance, weave, then it peeked in and out behind the mountains.
How did that enormous surprise hide itself behind the foothills?
Wonder and awe.
Something old, something new.
Constant.
I took a photo claiming it, "Ying and Yang."
The trees became a paint brush, dipping in the faded light, then splashing what it had against the sky as we rushed by.
Super moon.
Twilight.
With my daughter.
Delight.
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