I woke up a little after 5, to Dad's quiet shuffling, and realized he would probably move the car before the driveway sealers came at 8, and that when he did, Florence + the Machine would BLAST, so I got decent and tiptoed out to eject my CD. When I turned back: the moon.
FULL, white, gleaming over the forsythia, with an entourage of clouds. Tilted, as it's wont to be in the morning, but I forgot. A playful, cock-eyed expression.
After gazing a few moments, I went back to bed. Slept in, and made french toast for breakfast.
FULL, white, gleaming over the forsythia, with an entourage of clouds. Tilted, as it's wont to be in the morning, but I forgot. A playful, cock-eyed expression.
After gazing a few moments, I went back to bed. Slept in, and made french toast for breakfast.
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