Where I sat and felt alive, in a quiet place of grass and rock, before I walked past a  lonely looking Cottonwood, following a well-worn path, as in life we often do, and then up to meet the sun on solitary ridge and say good morning to the setting moon in the cool of early October, starting another day, away, thinking life goes too slow, goes too fast, and now I’m riding down radiation trail, stopping to be all alone by a dying pine tree and listen to birdsong and see the moon hiding in the bushes, thinking we never get all of our wishes, only some of our dreams come true, but it’s always ever only today, so I rest in the moment on a morning when the moon goes behind the mountain as a new day is rising