Peekaboo with the Moon

Last night I relished in a quiet moment to myself. While my family slept, I took a moment to enjoy the dog days of summer. It was warm and the breeze blew the last energy of the day. I watched the sun dip slowly beyond the hills, casting a yellow glow. Within moments, the yellow glow kindled a rimmed crescent and I found myself playing peekaboo with the mischievous moon.

For over a week now I've had a drought in my creativity, but the moon's presence within the dark cumulus clouds sent a quiet spark. We played peekaboo for an hour. I got to meet people I have never known and characters I can only dream about. The wonderment of it all...the moment of just living... was all I needed to start writing again.

The moon, permanent in the sky, but temporary in our lives, taught me that taking a moment and pushing things aside is the light in our dark moments.

So let's get writing!