Full Moon

I just came back inside

from moon gazing from the hood of a car. The wind was gently stroking my hair with its wispy fingers, curving around my body like a stream of silk, coaxing me to reach out and touch the stars, one by one. As I counted stars, gingerly letting the dark of night seep through my fingers, I named all the reasons that I breathed in the sweet twilight nectar. Once I ran out of stars, I held out both of my hands to the moon, letting its glare outline the curves of my fingers.

At that moment,

the wind blew strongly from the East. I closed my eyes, held my arms out to my sides, and soared through the sky. I was weightless, nothing could bring me down from where I was, but I realized that I couldn’t fly with closed eyes. Once I opened my eyes, I saw that I was back on the hood of the car, sitting with my arms spread wide, the East wind no longer holding me up. I let my arms slowly fall, to my sides, and again, I gazed at the moon.

I flew under the full moon

Full Moon

Windcrest

Joined December 2008

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Moon-gazing is influential, isn’t it?

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