As I stopped at the red light on my way to a date with a lap lane at the community center, the waning gibbous caught my eye, or rather, the moon reflected a beckoning light despite the brilliant blue surrounding all of our shared horizon. Astronauts know this space differently but today I am called by the silver fragment. Drawn upward by possibility and adventure, and all that must be for either of those to find a place in one’s scope. This is joy. This is spring. Here, today, in the green that magically appeared after recent rain and now sunshine.

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