moon in my window


My neighbor's house shapes the sky for me, as I tip my head back. The moon is nearly full and the wind is blowing. The clouds are suddenly illuminated and full of texture and motion, and then they wash on past, the moon disappears again, and the sky returns to the solid smoky lavender of night in the city.



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