Another month, another moon.
After rain, wind blows the clouds away to reveal a deep prussian-blue sky. I see Orion chasing his hare across the night. The moon illuminates everything - she is still young, but boy does she shine. From my window I see the rooftops alight in silver, drops of rain on leaves and the grass reflect brilliantly. On a night like this one could imagine exotic ancient Celts in their groves. One could believe in the existance of strange, mystical beings in fields and burrows. The mind takes flight to another realm.
Three full moons ago, I remember I was at Sunset Bistro, sitting by the shore talking nonsense with Wayne and Fifi. Another three full moons and I’ll be home free. 94 more days, kiddo. Ain’t nothing beats a drag and a kiss under the naked full moon.
