It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue
It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you (‘Moonglow’, Billie Holiday)
Sometimes the roads we choose are not paved in cement, or dirt, or dunes; but in fact, by the sheer beauty of a night whose neon signs are lit by the moon as it shines upon the water. These roads have travel signs named dreams, desires, purpose, peace and promise. They sparkle, shimmer, and to travel all that is required is the willingness of an IMAGINATION.
As beacon in the night, for sailors hoping to find their way home, the moonglow serenades the soul welcoming us to travel onward and most importantly to look inward. As the moon swoons with the sea pulling and pushing, it positions itself to release the ebbs and flows of our own tides begging us to finally find our freedom.
