Just before sunrise the next morning, I awoke cradled in carefree joy. The ocean washed away the remaining pandemic residue—the last smatterings of shock and fear released overnight into salt air. The dolphin parade mid-morning melted fourteen months into one deep breath of gratitude. Cleansing, purifying water baptized me. Primordial newness. Infinitely fresh. Always beginning. Romping dolphins played tag. Not it! It.
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Revelers in Joy
NASA’s Moonship and Hungary’s Democracy—Artemis II Crew and Dancing Voters
two full moons in May / we are all Hungarians / circling back for home