The moon calms me, especially this one. This is a moon I wouldn’t have imagined looking exactly like this one. I send a kiss toward it, one single kiss like the single word refrain, that I mean very much.
Imagine awakening to the scent of these springtime flowers and fresh grapes to eat, such a banquet for you—the fragrance was so full and heavenly; my heart thinks of you.
(Boston Fine Arts Museum, my photo Mar. 19).