full moon

a full moon in santa fe. coming out of the road house after dinner last night riding on old route 66 the full moon shining off the hills, the hills snow covered and with patches of juniper showing as dark spots and the snow glimmering on their flanks they looked like giant snow leopards, the hilltops looking feline and they shone ,laying there as if in wait for something to come by and we were the only car on the lonely road and julie and commented on the austerity of the place and would we rather be back in the bay area going out to dinner at some more upscale restaurant rather the road house and her saying, no i prefer it out here with my roadhouse roast, i think its quite marvelous and dinner was good a cuban pork roast and they gave julie the recipe so she could try it out herself and i said, weve got to be alone anyway in order to do the masterworks, ie. the paintings because thats what we love and are, painters, and she said, we have so many friends here anyway, theres enough distractions already. i said ive spent most of my life alone, its what i love and we speed on down the route 66 toward home. its our very own austere tibet she said, the moon lighting up the horizon.