I spent the weekend visiting my in-laws in Sonoma, where there is no internets, and the air smells like air.
I watched the lunar eclipse in the clear sky above the dark forest, with a friendly hooting owl (and my husband) for company. 'Twas a lovely time, but not one conducive to name-blogging.
Sonoma is said to mean "the valley of the moon." I'm from outside Phoenix, Arizona, a place often referred to as "the valley of the sun," so I've always liked the connection.
And speaking of valleys, here's a name — Echo. I've met two under the age of 5 here in LA. Pretty song by Blitzen Trapper, too.
if you knew what a fool i've been
you'd strike a match for every day that's been lost
what I wouldn't give to see you make a living breaking even
or just counting the cost
'cos every day is like a newborn, still as the sun
and if no one is watching does our love leave any trace
or just an echo out in space
Happy Sunday night, all.