That night, the Moon spoke to me. It spoke at length, about a great many things. I listened intently, for I would have been foolish not to. Everything the Moon had seen from its perch high in the sky, divulged to me that night. My brain swelled with the knowledge it absorbed, and as the night wore on a great many questions flowed. The Moon answered each, patiently and wisely. I chided...
Thoughts From A Coffee Shop.
A family walks into the coffee shop. The father, slightly older than me I reckon, long hair plaited at each side and a beard adorning his face. Pushchair in hand, he looks every inch a perfect dad. Who I presume to be the mother stands alongside him, beautiful in a simple, understated way. Two young daughters in identical coats stand alongside them, roughly four and six years old, both as...