inhaled by the moon on a night before full as gauzy ghost fingers grip the violet night almost as if they were clouds glowing with bone-light moonbeams softly drifting like gossamer owl wings over aubergine skies pin-holed by planets and speckled with only the brightest of stars
10/29 - I fell in love with life again tonight, thanks to the beautiful moon and lenticular clouds that are keeping a tight grip on the valley like hands joined in prayer overhead.