Waxing Moon

Last night as I was driving to my parents house, I saw a strange moon. It hung low and large. It was dark like a potato chip. As child we would call it God's thumbnail. Driving down Highway 2 God's thumbnail would dip behind the ridges as we dropped into a valley and reappear at the crest of the next hill. It was so low and large, I half expected to see God's thumb resting in the middle of Ft. Oglethorpe. The illusion only broke when we reached Ft. Oglethorpe and God's thumb rested on Lookout Mountain. I don't know why this is important but it seems to be. We were driving towards the moon in 2010 and I expected to reach it if I could only keep driving.

namaste

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