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
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.