Ahhh, the ocean.  Barely time for more than a glimpse.  The wind whips my hair into my eyes, fills my lungs with great gulps of sea air.  I play “catch me if you can” with the incoming surf.  Breakers roll me under their spell, cleanse my battered soul.  The tide turns.  I watch the sun start to set, walk slowly back towards the crescent moon…and my life.

                  Eclipsed

Last night a shadow passed over you.

Tonight you hid behind the clouds.

Now you are waning.

I miss your full shining face,

Even though it obscures the stars,

Even though I know I will see it again

  in due time.

This photo did jog my taste bud and texture memories, of Barton’s Almond Kisses from that very same box, or in a fluted green glass dish, next to the twirling ballerina in a bell jar music box, at my grandparents’ house in Flatbush .  Gooey and sweet and yum, with an almond crunch.  (no more caramels for me, boohoo, though I can still eat the almonds.)

hag someach!