Moony Magic Was Afoot

It was 80 and blowing Friday so hard at times I swear you could see the spring time yellow light gusting by on the air. I left the cabin in the morning with just enough time to take two main backroads to the other side of 50 where our meeting was. We all arrived at…

I come to the cabin

I come to the cabin that Catfish admitted he’d been sneaking off to all of Covid. The first time I come here it is to see him. We meet in the parking lot and by midwalk towards the other are hugging in heartbody steps before our actual bodies connect. It is near the anniversary of…