My days are being meted out by the waning moon, who is out more at the moment or maybe I am out more at the moment. Hence I notice the moon. With the excuse of a dog I see many sunrises. The gold clouds turning pink turning white. The occasional extraordinariness of skies on fire and circular pre-dawn rainbows. At the moment the simple pleasure of an icing sugared world. All this through dream-soaked eyes. It’s easy to find magic in the mundane.
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