The inspiration:
A story:
“There’ll be trick-or-treaters?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Kids today just seem too sophisticated for it anymore.”
“I believe the word you’re looking for is jaded.”
“Oh. That. It’s just not like the old days.”
“Dearheart, today is never like the old days. That’s why they’re called The Old Days.”
“Hummph …”
“Look! A smile! Now don’t shake that shaggy, grey head at me …”
“Sweetheart, you know me … way too well.”
“As luck would have it, there’s a gorgeous harvest moon tonight.”
They dropped to all fours and bounded out the door, his heart swelling with how much he loved her.
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The cracked rib stabbed at her with every stride. The dust from the dry dirt road stung her eyes. The cold night air hurt her lungs and kept her breath shallow. The stitch in her side was slowing her down, and she kept looking behind her for headlights, convinced he was racing to catch her, even though his body had already started to cool.
But at least she was moving. All she’d needed to get started running was something to run towards. Didn’t matter if it would always be just beyond the horizon.
“Billions of years from now it’ll take a lot of technology and money to get a man onto the moon.”
“You and your stories. Keep moving, you’re holding up the line.”
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Harvest moon?
If I see her, Allegheny.
Paging Patti!
Allegheny Moon?
Neilarmstrong moon.
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I have a supermoon picture that I like from the last time. I nicked two other peoples’ photos and combined them for something suggestively Egyptian.
I couldn’t find it on my computer or in my three online photo storage places. So I googled my name +supermoon and bang there it is.
I had it printed to a large poster size, and I bought two sheets of matt board and two sets of precut metal sides for frames and the hardware so it’s already to go but now that I’m looking again I’m not that excited.
Maybe that was a phase.
Maybe I’m in a new phase. It happens.
Maybe I’ll regret the whole effort. There is another painting I liked too. That one is not photoshopped like the bull and the supermoon, that one is straight painting that I like. They’re both ready to go and both from the last phase.