I look up, to the left, and there is the crescent moon, a lidded amber eye, and a star, a symbol alone in power. The porch light, the twisting string lights, and the blue icicle lights shine on the battered snow, darkening to the pit that holds the moon and its star in its compass of black. Just out of distinct reach of the light, between it and the gulf of night space, is the hint of the form and ears of the nine foot snow totoro.

2023/01/25 #DailyWrittenOOM

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