Thursday, October 21, 2010
The moon has risen to that point between the trees where it's perfectly visible as I stand out on the porch smoking. It's a cool night, but it's not really the night that's cool. The cool is on the breezes that are blowing, that occasionally kick up to nearly a light wind, nearly rustling my hair as I turn my back to it. And the moon staring down at me looks cold, so bright white and silver. And it wears such a halo on such a clear night.
Posted by samuel at 11:25 PM