It's a full moon, five in the morning. Elmer and I walk down a path of bark chips. We spooked the old beaver in the creek. The heron posed where he always does. We're taking a longer walk than usual. Why not? It's a full moon and a sky so clear I can see the Sea of Tranquility.
Full Moon Homeless Rider
Full Moon Homeless Rider
Full Moon Homeless Rider
It's a full moon, five in the morning. Elmer and I walk down a path of bark chips. We spooked the old beaver in the creek. The heron posed where he always does. We're taking a longer walk than usual. Why not? It's a full moon and a sky so clear I can see the Sea of Tranquility.