Dearest Friend

Last night, I dreamt of an afternoon horizon full of moons--it was beautiful. Eight of them, at least, all full and enormous. I couldn't tell which one was the real one, I only knew that the rest of them were reflections and echoes. An old ghost riding next to me (he pops up in my dreams now and then) made a comment that suggested they portended some spectacular new moon in the coming days. Yes, that's right... a new moon, the one you cannot see. He said we would have to be sure to check it out.

For Caesar, they say, the Ides of March were full of dark portents.

For you, born three days hence, they have filled my mind with a bright vision of wonder.


Happy birthday, Sara Eve. :)