I stood outside and felt the sunshine freshly departed from the air. It lingered in the warmth that tingled tangibly. I bowed to the half moon, her face serenely hidden but her intent plain. The single star that is ever present hung in the air for me to notice. Returning the the house with soft concrete underfoot I am tempted to linger, to think of my love too far away, to soak up the twilight splendour and scented air. Fear of insects drives me in with a smile at my own departure from wisdom.
I am far from home and feeling the adventure keenly.