We didn't get to feeding tonight until sunset. Walking up the hill afterward, there was a sliver of a moon over Buck Mountain. For some reason, it brought to mind a few lines from a song written by Susanna Clark and Carlene Routh I first heard on an EmmyLou Harris album some twenty-seven years ago:
It's a quarter moon in a ten cent town
Time for me to lay my heartaches down
Saturday night gonna make myself a name
Take a month of Sundays to try and explain
If you want love, loss and small town craziness all packed into four rhyming lines, you just can't beat country music.
Update: Blogger was acting up yesterday, so my apologies to anyone on an RSS feed who got multiple copies of this post. What was three is now one. (No theological point intended.)