I was just outside in my tiny backyard looking at the moon. And it brought back one of my favorite memories.
I know I’ve told this story before, but I love to tell it: I used to drive my pickup out to the middle of the pasture. And I’ve asked you to meet me there. Adam and I would sit in lawn chairs in the back and the horses would gather around and hang their heads over the side. I drank beer and Adam Dr. Pepper. If it was cold we drank hot coco and I added Rumple Mintz in mine. We would watch the stars and moon and listen to the coyotes. We always did this for meteor showers and there is one on my birthday every year. It was so peaceful and private.
I never had any coverings on my windows when I lived in the country. Only the moon or the horses could peek in and I didn’t mind that. I loved waking up at night to see the moonshine through the trees coming into my windows. Sometimes in the morning there would be a soft brown eye peering in asking me to get up and feed him some oats. God, I miss that life but I can’t go back there. I can’t go forward either, not really. Im in fracking purgatory and I don’t know where I belong, where I fit.