THE GREATEST GIFT ~ SUNSET / MOONRISE

~ Sunset meets Moonrise

( Miini-giizis - 'Berry Moon')

~ Ojibwe

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"... I'm smart and at four know that the moon is not made of cake with frosting on the top like the stupid song I learned in kindergarten. Maybe green cheese? I see big lemon-green Swiss-like holes on its pocked marked face and wonder how it could be either. I'm glad its glowing face is yellow. It's my favorite color.

My father tucks me in between worn buffalo plaid flannel and kisses me goodnight; his salt and pepper mustache tickles. I like the red and black soft squares and grains of rough sand from the lake that I rub with my toes on the bottom sheet. Grey smells ooze through the old log cabin. The goodnight moon smiles through the wavy glass-paned window. I look into my father's soft steel-gray eyes and ask, "How did the moon follow me all the way from home?"
He grins wide as the world, shows his big white teeth, and says, "Because I tied a string around the moon and another around your finger so wherever you go, the moon will always be with you." I like that. My father knows how to do everything.

I close my eyes. My father cranks open the creaky window. The smell of brown earth and green forest blanket me. Golden moonbeams spill over my face. I sleep in Technicolor ..."

~ The Greatest Gift

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The full moon rises shortly after sunset ...

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