dancin' in the light

Home after a day in Santa Fe. Flying through the canyon, music playing, windows open, wind in my hair (no rain today, no rock slides on the road) -- I felt young and joyful. Woke very early to a fogged in world.

At first light, I stepped into a Japanese brush painting (barefoot on a wet cold deck in my PJs). This is the stuff poems are made of....

....then I turned around toward the west. The Harvest Moon was setting....

I wanna see you dance again
on this harvest moon
        Neil Young