The Gift Comments

Such gifts as the gift of the moon are what make life bareable, help us to deal with sorrow, keep going. If it were not for these gifts, the flow of the river would become too inviting...but the moon, peeping out from behind the buildings, casting off her clouds for a moment...leads us home, to safety for one more night. I would weep at such a gift, and rejoice.

You tell a story about a stranger in the night, poetry, a naked moon involved, as if it happened in that year anno 1389... It sounds romantic and nostalgic - wandering to home - no cars, no public transport, lost to the world - two stranger becoming more rich with now money exchange - just words...Very well penned!

'The soft frost of sorrow.' is beautiful, as is 'his moon still tightly held in my mind'. A poignant bitter-sweet story that demands several readings. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥