Twas a beautiful sunset ... coinciding with the rising of a full moon. Whilst picking guitar on the front porch, gazing at that golden moon rising over the eastern sky ... I was suddenly overwhelmed with an uncontrollable urge ... so I grabbed my bag ... and hastened towards the open field.
I lost track of time ... drinking in that awesome rising golden orb and savoring the arias of Handel's Messiah, dancing crosswind, skipping downwind, leaning backward and urging my wing southward again as the breeze pulsated in the dwindling twilight.
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