Super moon, blue moon, rising above the mountain ridge, we stood staring at the perfect orb made golden by wildfire smoke. Later, I sat under its spotlight, watching it wash out the stars, the sky like a lavender blanket, the air full of cicadas and silence. The days are passing too fast without doing anything at all, running and standing still at the same time, the restlessness spinning like a whirlwind that doesn't go anywhere.
I look at my to-do list, see the asks of outsiders begin to dissipate. Thin, now is the time for it.
Think,
now is the time to live.
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