September comes and there's nothing but bonfires. Last night was particularly nice--the weather was warm. It was comfortable to be on the beach and there were two bonfires to go to. Even the water was warm, so I'm told, because I won't go near the stuff.
The sunset was particularly nice. Hopefully you can make out the beautiful pink and purple undertones of the clouds from the setting sun.
The first bonfire was at Herring Cove. I guess this is the bipeds' idea of a joke: putting me in the back of someone's hoodie. I wasn't particularly amused. The other is Greg St. Jean. He accused me of biting his nipple, but I swear I was just trying to stay warm!
Then the biped and I and his gigantic friend Tiny went to Race Point. Another beautiful bonfire and beautiful full moon. Here's me and Tiny and Maria.
One of the bipeds told us that this Harvest Moon was also a moon that receives your fears. You give up all your fears and anxieties to the moon and you replace them with gratitude and love for this planet we all inhabit and that we all must care for.
These are the fears I gave up last night:
Dogs that are significantly larger than me.
Water of any kind.
Plastic grocery bags (in fact, any kind of plastic bag, garbage or grocery, shiny black or opaque or clear).
Going down the stairs.
Strangers.
2 comments:
Clovis,
I am a crazed member of your fan club. If you ever want to switch bipeds, I have room for you in my hoodie any time.
Clovis Stalker
Hey, thanks for the kind words. It's much appreciated and will be comfort to me on those long winter nights alone with my biped. Keep on truckin'.....
C
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