Red orange
The cold air stung my skin and seeped through all my defences, invading all, pervading all, and I felt featureless, anonymously wrapped up in a coat, a scarf, a blue hat that made me a temporary Tibetan doll. An empty canister of a being, two eyes peering out at the world.
I watched the moon, the moon watched me. I thought of you. The shadowed moon and I walked together, being now familiar with each other, 'round the corners of the non-winding streets into the heart of the city, where the buildings huddle together to keep warm.
Numerous people wandered in the night searching for certain amusements, a bunch of girls from Boston asked me for the nearest open liquor store; it was a lively night. The moon thought so too, winking beneath her temporary gown of darkness, amused by their ignorance of her beauty, that they were unaware of her guise.
I looked at the moon and the moon looked at me. I thought of you. She thought of you too. All the while, the city lights and the stars blinked shyly at each other across the vast, lonely expanse.
Elsewhere your empty rooms pine for you. You, the only one with whom I am completely at rest and perpetually in motion, all at the same time.
Posted by sniffles at November 11, 2003 08:29 AM