The idea of flight has always awed me.  It revels in my dreams and dances in my thoughts.  It is the weightlessness. The feel of wind brushing against your being and carrying you up, up and away into the clouds and to the far reaches of the earth.   It’s the idea of another life that I can never have.  So I envy the birds.  And the cranes.  They fly across the skies as far as the eye can see. Legend says they live forever and love together always.  So loving, so Happily Ever After…

For years Cranes Over Moon by Keiichi Nishimura hung next to my bed.  It lulled me to sleep and into my dreams.  Soon I packed my things away to start anew. And its memories drifted away with the summer breeze.

Then one day I was acquainted with the 3rd floor of the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion.  We missed the 1st half of Lohengrin and loitered at the bar. I looked up and saw the wave of birds flying past the moon.  It was my real life “Cranes Over Moon.”