The Last Super Moon

It was such a great day.

We had arrived at camp
for two unprecedented weeks in the middle of summer.
The good and bad news was that,
for the first time in our lifetimes,
you could see the ocean
from the kitchen window.

After the butterflies
of seeing only 5 feet of bluff beyond the porch,
and the 30 foot drop beyond that to the beach,
we chose to focus on the good…
and we gloried in a full throated embrace
of everything Camp Sunrise had to offer.

Family and friends filled the cottage
with laughter, and we chased the light
as it bounced off the newly revealed waves,
and the roar of that ocean lulled us into dreamland.

But on that first night,
as Herself and I sat by ourselves on the long green benches
under the curved eaves of the shingled roofline,
we had a front row seat to this super moon rising.

The house is gone now.
But I didn’t have to stretch far
to paint this… with just the bluff
and the white rocks
and the ocean stretching out to catch the moonbeams.

Because,
on one glorious night in July
there was nothing between us and that view,
and all that ever was and has been the Vineyard for me