My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you. - Twelfth Night
Moonlight and Snow
"It's way to early to be awake", my body said this morning.
Have you ever had one of those mornings where you were so tired you got dizzy? You wobbled on your feet and felt woozy? Yep. That was my first feeling when my toes hit the floor.
Then I looked out the window. The moon was bright and round. The water was reflecting the moonbeams and the waves were barely rippling. A ferry all glowing strode silently across the Sound. The scuplture park was frosted with white and there were no fresh tracks disturbing the quiet.
It's head-twisting to dress in short sleeves knowing you'll be sweating later even as you watch the white flakes falling softly on the balcony.
Cab's here. Reverie ends.
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