Lunaris Rarus

Tens of thousands of insects performed a symphony, an elaborate musical composition resonating, familiar and strange, persisting, unwavering notes upon notes – the last hurrah – as I strolled along the cement walk, to view, in an early evening wan indigo sky, the golden orb of a blue moon. Pale purple colored shadows decorated the reflecting surface of the blonde satellite presenting the appearance of a face: still, mute, suspended, shedding an ochre glow, casting mine moon shadow: casting a shadow for all, for all mindful of the rare reverie.

– Robert Pennington Price