Crow moon lifts his head from the eastern horizon. His favorite wives, Jupiter and Regulus, are already awake – lighting his path. Spring is nigh.
The rest of his harem; wives and concubines alike, will wake soon. Collectively they will dance, with wild abandon, across the night sky; casting their pale light upon the Malpais.
Melissa and Letty sit on the warm car and raise their glasses.
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“dance across the night sky” ………nice!
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I like this one a lot. Cool take on the prompt!
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And tonight, we turn the clocks forward. It’s a sign. I’ll raise a glass to that, too.
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I already did!
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I love the imagery of this. Watching the stars as gods in a dance. It’s beautiful.
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Beautiful imagery. Love this one. 🙂
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