Nature writing
Dec. 31st, 2006 05:37 pmGazing out the east-side window at the moon, through the icicles hanging over the roof like teeth. Moon's nearly full, bright with a halo, in stunning contrast against a rapidly darkening blue sky. The snow stretching below, reflecting the orb's brilliance.
This is true magic. My heart thunders, my gut is relaxed, and I know this night that things will happen.
This is true magic. My heart thunders, my gut is relaxed, and I know this night that things will happen.