The shadow felt like a calm darkness; not disturbed like before. Creativity is forever implied with yesteryear’s memories still an omen. And THAT my friend is the new moon dancing its way throw a retrograde of shadows.
Enjoyable like afternoon tea. Say 2 pm? And YES, the cheap kind and even from a microwave. Sighs and curses! My third eye is still peeling from our last rendezvous. Never stop.