I wake up with a gasp, it was a bad dream, already forgotten. I drink a glass of water and walk to the terrace. The night is getting old.
Winds hold the spicy sweet perfume of the yellow-cestrum, blooming in my garden. It’s cold outside but it’s also refreshing.
The Moon’s at full tonight, I remember some fragments of the nightmare–my late grandmother cursing, me bleeding and someone yelling, “it’s time to wake up”–that’s when I woke up.
Afterimages
Zip through mind like a slideshow
Snow moon stares at me
© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2024 All Rights Reserved
The Snow Moon is the Full Moon in February. All twelve full moons have names, you may read them here
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