full moon full

Four lovely women and a dog on a sofa early Sunday evening. One playing a small blue guitar, two stroking a soft golden Maisy girl doggy, one perched on the arm of the sofa. Conversations shimmer like the last rays of sun filtering through the tree's dancing leaves. Slow, ambling conversations float like the full moon or an orange warmth above the glowing campfire. Love can be like that. Simple, peaceful, uncomplicated.... nothing to grab onto, yet enough of it for everyone.