How they lie, vulnerable, exquisite, their crimson--nearly black under nighttime skies--a rare and honest gift projected into the yawning enormity of the universe's star-flecked, infinite curve.
But where was I? Oh yes....
The Los Angeles Lunar Society officially welcomes in Summer 2006 on the full moon evening of June 11th. This is sure to be one of the known calendar's most heavenly summer moons, if my Head Lunar Librarian's bibliomantic auguries are correct. And under this rare celestial bud we will set an unprecedented precedent by crowning our first Lady Lunar Strawberry Queen.
From the ranks of our members, a maid aged between 16 and 78 summers will be selected. And if you've been to one of our midnight-to-dawn meetings, you know that some come in feeling 16 and leave wondering where the decades went, and some come in snow-haired, ancient bones creaking, cobwebs you-know-where and leave pink cheeked (on either end) and cartwheeling.
So while we've already gotten the evening's centerpiece--a cask of dandelion wine fermented by my very own father--shipped in from the wilds of Michigan, I'll still be busy with the details of the evening's festivities all day tomorrow. So when this once in a lifetime moon rises, think of us wherever you are. We with our Catherine Wheel firecrackers, our tiny vials of unisex bitter Casablanca orange cologne for each of our members as party favors, the just-so crimson and white striped paper lanterns that will extend to surf's edge in Malibu--and our gorgeous crown of strawberry-sized cabochon rubies, ripe and ready for the head of our Lunar Strawberry Moon queen.
As for me, busy organizing the evening's stellar Lunar event, most likely drunk on Daddy's jailhouse hooch, and exempted from participation in the pageant by my official duties as Head Lunar Librarian? I'll be thinking what every hemoglobically healthy American woman aged 16-78 involuntarily thinks whenever the fate of being crowned a temporary summer royal hovers overhead like a metaphorical moon:
"Please, please, let it be me."
See you Lunarians Sunday night in Malibu.