The fullness of the moment

I was staring out my kitchen window as it got dark today. Facing East I saw the harvest moon. It really looked like it had a face. And it looked perfect. I was thinking about the Neil Young song about the harvest moon.

I kept staring at it. I was imagining what it would take to make the moment ideal, a real stellar memory. But then I had to ask myself why I needed anything else to make the experience anymore intense or special.

Staring at the Moon. Trying to fathom how far away it really is. Hard to imagine people traveled there and stood on the surface and looked back at the Earth. And the color is more like a feeling.

So I let the image bore through my eyes into my brain as well as the feeling that it's perfect right now. Just me in my kitchen. No musical interlude necessary. A perfect moment and a perfect memory.