Much later, a veiled moon somewhere in the dark and her curves seem hard to grasp in the all-embracing night. An air of snow again. And of various ghosts that are unique to place and time. Eyes closed. Still awake.
Close to 5pm. Between places. Heading home to start over yet once again today. Wind is gradually getting cold again, no rain, no snow. Grey turns darker. And a remaining load of tiredness feels a bit heavier today. A few moments unfocused. A precious gift.
(Days, too, that are attached to one. Days that make letting go of more difficult than usual. Moonless nights spanning a sleepless backyard, here to a distant morning.)