Excerpt from That Heart; The Secrets of Rare Moon Tickle

The dance began then.  Their song was sung by the birds of the night and accompanied by the wind that rustled through the fragrant trees.  A sliver of light was carved into the blackened sky by some cosmic warrior in the shape of a perfect crescent.  It shone on their bodies as they swayed to a rhythm as old as time but new to this couple who had never danced to it before under a starry sky on a warm Newfoundland night.
Dance in the moon light, walk in the rain, bask in the sun;  Live!
Carolyn R. Parsons