Under the Full Pink Moon

Pushing the plate away, Aristotle looks off into the distance of the night.

And then he looks back at California.

She is the true vision of beauty that is the stuff of the man’s quest.

A “You know why I am here?”

A “I am the messenger and the message”

A “All my travels, all my struggles, all my moments along the Mystic Shores”

A “I am the Seer,

A “I am the Prophet of the All Night Diner”

A “I have brought you here, because we have to be here.”

A “I am the philosopher of the Day and Night”

A“ I did not choose this life, it came over me,”

A “It chose me.”

A “I simply followed, where the spirit moved me”

A “And it brought me here to look into your blue eyes.”

California moved as if in slow motion,

Her delicate and gentle hand raised up to her blonde hair that reflected the moods of the ocean.

She brushed her lovely hair back into place, her eyes locked in with Aristotle.

And the juke box began to play.