Here was joy

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Here was joy

At night, as sometimes we did, I took a walk with my friend Ruth.  She
would call and say “you wanna walk?”   I experienced something
special that night.  A bright, clear, penetrating moon was out. It was as
if swirling masses of twinkling lights of gold emerged through space and time, a
river of energy and light.  They bubbled up and out, a flow of hope, of
enchantment, of playfulness. This is what I recall from some years ago.
              
For many years I wanted to value the joy out of life, to save it in a
sense.  And here was joy, seen in round waves of light during a full clear
moon in full glory.