It’s a blue moon tonight. I couldn’t help but pull off the Tamiami Trail at Kirby Storter and bask in the glow.
I wanted my parents to be here, to savor the mystery of the swamps brushed by moonlight, the cypress domes aglow, the night air filled with chirps and squawks and the occasional bloodcurdling scream of a limpkin.
There is no better place to be on a blue moon than in the heart of Big Cypress.
She-inal at Punta Gorda Dairy Queen