February Moon

South Coast Nights

The moon kept slipping in and out of the clouds. Not fully visible, not fully hidden. The trees stayed dark and still while everything above them moved.

I stood there longer than I meant to. Each time the clouds thinned, the light returned just enough to notice it again. Then it was gone.

Earlier in the day, a few unrelated things had crossed my path — a sentence, a photograph, a conversation. None of them connected on their own. Later, standing under the trees, it occurred to me that they didn’t need to.

The sky didn’t resolve anything. It just kept changing.

Talk soon…

G