This evening,the Saptami moon rose softly—waxing, glowing,a little red, a little gold,as if wrapped in a warm shawl of light. I walked,and the moon walked with me,step by step,branch by branchthrough the quiet skylike a quiet friend who needs no words. Its light felt gentle,like a smile placedon the worldwithout anyone noticing. I smiled, small and secret smile,because the moon … Continue reading The Moon Walked With Me – By Rimple