i set my clock by the times at which the sun and moon rise above me. i rise with the sun when its light breaks in through the curtains, waking me. at night, i watch for the moon rising, late as it always seems to be.
the ground sprawls over hundreds of hectares, tapers into a valley. the huntress is out tonight, guided by the moon, arrows at her back. the moon's full now. with urgency, she draws her bow, darts over rough ground.
see here: the earth, warped mountains flipped, the sky's stalactites, and oceans frozen above. tread carefully on the sky, brush your fingers over stars and watch for the moon setting.
I love the madness of life. I love it in writing too, but writing is where the madness shines. I've been thinking lately - I'm beginning to find my voice. Here on the blog, in texts, in emails... I think my voice sounds a lot like me, but says the things my real-life self wouldn't say.… Continue reading The Light of the Moon