Vanishing
The misplaced wave of Spring has passed, gone to vapor…then to frost. Night skies this weekend were deep and clear. They drew the heat up into them. Made it vanish, like a magician stuffing a handkerchief into his hand, and opening it to…nothing. An icy full moon watched the show.
The cold tightens in now. Again.
I’m kind of adrift. Feeling a bit like a breath gone ghostly — thinning into the chill air. Floating in the deep hours.
I don’t know if it is the strangeness of the weather, or my own circumstances…but I feel somewhat out-of-place.