While returning from an outing with my San Diego family last month, I marveled at the full moon which glowed like a beacon from above. I was a passenger, so staring at the orb was not a safety hazard.
I began singing the same song that always comes to mind when I'm looking at a full moon. When I was asked what song it was that I was singing, I drifted back in time to a quiet country road in Wisconsin where I rode along gazing at a similarly impressive moon and sang that same song during easier times. Like my fellow passengers tonight, my former beau had inquired about the song they had never heard before.
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