Full Moon

It might have been the full moon

and the penumbral eclipse

(which I couldn't really see 

because the eclipse was too close

to moon rise here in the Puget Sound region,

so the moon was still dallying behind 

a curtain of Douglas firs)

that had me remembering

my first trip to Paris.

Springtime in Paris.

A lover's dream.

I've celebrated Midsummer's Night

in Paris.

Not much interested in winter in Paris.

I'd rather winter in Provence.

But October in Paris. . . .

that sounds lovely.

With a side trip to Burgundy and Champagne.

Haven't seen those regions yet.

Let's raise a glass to exploring

old and new places to love.