Memories of An Eclipse Long Ago

I look at you and suddenly,
something in your eyes I see;
Soon begins bewitching me.

It's that old devil moon that you stole from the skies.
It's that old devil moon in your eyes.

You and your glance
make this romance too hot to handle.
Stars in the night, blazing their light
can't hold a candle;
To your razzle-dazzle.

You've got me flyin' high and wide, on a magic carpet ride;
Full of butterflies inside.

Wanna cry, wanna croon, wanna laugh like a loon.
It's that old devil moon in your eyes.

Just when I think, I'm free as a dove.

Old devil moon,
deep in your eyes,
blinds me with love.

E.Y. Harburg, B. Lane, 1963

Eleven

Eleven years ago today, I was exploring the Cape and found a dune quite like this one. I did as Thoreau suggested and "put all America behind me." I sat in the sand and wrote. I walked along the shoreline and I thought. I watched the tide go and come back in again. Saw boats go out to sea and return and wrote some more...and I think by then, I'd fallen in love with this Cape of Cods.

Later that night, I met the man with whom I've spent these last ten years (and most of that quite happily, all things considered). Today, we're celebrating.

(Oh, and the photo album came out pretty great, too!)