From my journal:
August 29th - Wed - 2012
As I was driving home this evening the sun was just setting and the full moon was shining brightly. I thought to myself that this would be a great night for a walk. Then I recalled a memory from childhood.
We were staying at my great aunt's house on Cape Cod. I was no more than 8 - but more like 5 or 6. I was asleep in the attic room with my older sister when my Dad woke us up and whisked us out of bed and into the car - leaving my younger brothers still asleep. He excitedly mentioned the moon and eclipse - a word at that time that I didn't understand. I watched the moon - big and full and bright - follow us all the way to the beach. I can recall this moment as if it just happened tonight. My soft, blue cotton night gown with lace ruffles along the edges. The mysterious quiet of the night and that big, full moon following us though the cool, damp summer air. I don't recall much about the eclipse or the beach, but I do remember thinking how magical it all was - and even then I appreciated - and understood - my father's impulse to wake his slumbering children and jump in the car.