Luna Sea

Waxing Gibbous... The night before a full moon. Its a horrible night to spend it indoors or intoxicated. And yet I know many that are.

As I sit on the warm hood of my car I take in one of the and yet unspoiled pleasures of the world. I gaze across the ocean taking in the light of the nights beautiful moon. I watch as the wind moves the sea, scattering the light of the moons reflection. The darkened sky glows with the purity of the moons shine. The few and scattered clouds show their silver lining as they intermittently mask The Goddess. In the back, the mellow melody of Industrial echos in the chilled night air with the occasional distant passing car. Breathe deep the scent of the evening of slightly misted sea air and algea. Search the heavens of sparkled diamonds and seek The Hunter faded in the amber and orange glow of the city. The sky begins to gently light into hues of light blues against orange and yellow pockets. It is late and the sun is beginning to rise. Nested birds wake and chirp, affirming the mourning of the moon. I surrender admittence and retreat to the comfort of my cave. ... But all is not lost. My mistress shall return again and tomorrow... She will be at the peak of her cycle.

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