Journal Sehanine Moonbow's Journal: Red Moon Rising 1
Last night I was standing out on the balcony and I found the moon low on the horizon. Never before this night have I seen a red moon, and on this particular occasion it was salmon-colored. Within an hour is was a pale yellow and looked as it usually does.
The moon has been a silent companion of mine lately. It offers no criticism, no judgement, and no accusations. It hangs there quietly and listens to me as I lament over the loss of someone very precious to me. It smiles on me when I need a soft light in the night. We're conversant.
Loss (Score:2)