Full moon rising

Posted on October 22, 2010


When I was a little girl I loved riding home at night, lying in the back seat of the car, looking up through the window. Mom and Dad murmured in the front seat as the radio played. Telephone poles and tall pines moved past in a steady rhythm. But the moon traveled with us, glinting between the trees, glowing bright across the potato fields. It seemed more distant than the stars, and yet more knowing, as if it could see me, too.

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I like to drive, but I miss riding along looking at the world instead of the road. I miss watching the drive-in movie framed in the window.

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