Moonlight in Potamies.

In the distance, in the far distance, the bark of a dog. Then, nothing. Utter silence. This lack of noise, the stillness of the night, opens you up and focuses a heart like nothing else. The moon is almost full. Thank God. Any fuller and it would make you cry. How can something be so beautiful?

The moon, bright as day shines intermittently through ink blue clouds. It plays a reverend hide and seek, more for the sake of propriety than fun. Every glimpse, every curve of the circle an aching joy. "Here, look, hey you, human; yes, you: this is heaven. Have some, look, the light: honey, mother's milk, first love's kiss, gold and silver, hope, eternity, freedom".

And you....drive. The moon is ethereal, a silent caress. You are still firmly held back in your material 'now'. The physical world tugs you back. "Remember who you are: "Driver, father, tired, anxious, mind full of stuff".

Let go...Home is not a place but this light that shines and whispers to you: "everything is fine, let go".