full moon, a washed out, astonished light
finally leaving the warmth of the fire (at half past gawd knows!), ambling back to my tent
slivers of cloud, hugging the ground, snake wraith dancing down the broad swathe of valley,…beautiful
… thanks for all the vibrant connections, whether during flung about boisterousness at the ceilidh, sensual caress in biodanza, hula hooping, else just the good natured gabble stewarding at the gate, a delight x
