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There was a storm today. A summer storm with thunder and lightning, my favourite kind.

I have many pleasant recollections of rain, and summer storms. Wet stone, wet dust, the fragrance of the rain-washed flowers.

The smell for me of spring and summer and love, of falling in love. And memory as though in storms, and their wake the places I walk twist, wind back on themselves like Escher's staircases, open secret doorways in time.

And I am a child watching the hills and the sea. And I'm the woman watching the man watching me and the way the light on his face falls. I am hope and dreams and nightflowers and the scent of Belgrade. I am secret gardens and the immensity of love and longing and sky.

And in London, in present time the rain had shaken the blossoms loose from the trees.

The streets and lawns and tops of cars were strewn with petals, as though all the world had been having a wedding with itself.

I've been walking pathways of flowers and the half-moon followed me home.

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(Anonymous)
Apr. 27th, 2004 11:07 pm (UTC)
that half moon does strange things to me...boy howdy.

Your descriptions are so beautiful and poetic.

Elf
rainsinger
Apr. 28th, 2004 01:56 pm (UTC)
thank you :)
the full moon probably hits me strongest but I love every moon.
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rainsinger
Apr. 28th, 2004 01:57 pm (UTC)
Re: *lunar*
Red moon sometimes makes me nervous, but I love the thought of empty beaches at night. :)
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rainsinger
Apr. 30th, 2004 01:33 am (UTC)
Re: oh?
it probably is just pollution. :)
BUt I've come to associate it with unsettling change, a bit like the Tower card in the Tarot.

We call it the blood moon, I think it's called the Harvest Moon elsewhere. But every single time I've spotted it it has been proceeded by big, scary events. Three times it was fires, and then the summer I saw it rise almost every night was before the outbreak of a lot of violence in Kosovo and the bombing of Yugoslavia.

On the other hand the bone-white moon comforts me. I have many quirks. ;)

There is nothing intrinsically the matter with the moon, I don't think, just my mind. :D
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