Hello, old friend, I whisper glancing out my window.
Clouds filter, blocking the silvery light.
I lift my window up.
Autumn breezes brush my face, stroke my curtains, and rustle the trees like a song for me and the moon.
It's been a while, Luna replies with the half smile of his.
I wait, tilting my face to the sky, watching the clouds pass.
Are you full? I ask gently. He looks round enough to me.
Moon shakes his head, sadly.
Not tonight, child.
I sigh. Now there aren't as many evenings spent
talking to the moon.
I like talking to the moon. And admiring it in general.
ReplyDeleteThe night before last I took out the camera on the tripod and tried to get some pictures of the moon lighting up some clouds.
Beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely gorgeous, Emily!
ReplyDeletexoxo
Grace Anne // http://totallygraced.blogspot.com
Cool little story.
ReplyDeleteThis. Is. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteKeep it up!
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