The moon vague amid gauzy clouds, no shadows mark the ground. The slightest stir of air brings a chill. I watch stars emerge and vanish as the veils drift. Twice, from the corner of my eye I saw brief flashes which might have been meteors, but when I looked there were no traces. Returning indoors, the warmth of the house made me nod off. It seemed like a few minutes, but when I next looked at the clock, two hours had passed. Not so much as the hint of a dream remained. Suddenly, the past felt more immediate than the present moment. My consciousness remains out there in the night, and I feel as though I have not arrived here yet.
( Sunday Verse )
( Sunday Verse )