Patty's Weblog

A laugh, a song, a face to the sun, a dance when no one is looking, a bike ride, a deep smile talking to a son, a sudden welling of sadness when a daughter leaves; you may not have known my mother, but if you know me, you know a little of what my mother was like.

On our walk this morning
the dogs and I and the full moon
I discovered
my moonshadow can dance.