Recalling Traipsing Thru Valley Forge National Park Under Full Moon

Lunar radiance this small hour June fifteenth thousand and nineteen (very early morning errand to fuel 2009 Hyundai Sonata) at Zieglerville, Pennsylvania Wawa found gaze tugged toward infinite celestial vault luminous neon phosphorescent quintessentially, punctually, outlandishly... radiating, scintillating, treasuring untold vast wonderment since time immemorial tremendous headlong rush remembrance many moons ago guiding yours truly along beribboned multi use path said bright discobolus lunar object casting rooted silhouettes courtesy Gaia illuminating terrestrial dark shadows ambling, gallivanting, traversing... long ago trod terrain, where George Washington headquartered particularly during severe winter of 1777-1778 encamped with restless weary Revolutionary soldiers subjected against punishing great travail for the American army cursing, inditing nonchalant mother nature regarding trial stronger words than "shivering me timbers" within crudely built huts quite inviting to this Earthling refreshing to slumber those brisk summer forays me totally oblivious versus endangerment to mine welfare, quite the contrary relishing feeling protected cocooned because absence of madding throngs, viz crowd sourced tourists safe and sound within respective hearth and home solitariness analogous to return of native son imagining journeying far and wide sensing rustling patriots ghosts catching sight, yet unseen screened by dense foliage bedraggled troops ghosts glimpsed while entering... the twilight zone.