A moonscape evocative speaks volumes to me when the time is right. And when it is not, is a burden to my heart. Although the subtle noisiness of the moment calms my nerves, I'm too afraid of what beyond there lurks (to remain in any sustained state of bliss). I fear for white elephants and others and me. I hear for wolves and broken leaves. I can't remain, but check my heels. Shoulder over/under chin my turns. And soon the scape is gone by cloud. And I go home.