Moonlit (in words, not pictures)

Today I’m drained, restless and dissatisfied for various, vague, and unreasonable reasons.

I am hanging onto 5am this morning:

waking up from some kind of dream, rolling over to look straight at the moon, hovering in a clear sky outside the open doors of my balcony.

I got out of bed, pushed feet into slippers, and stepped out to look down on the streets – maybe the first time I have seen them absolutely silent, in a town whose parties start midweek and last past daylight.

I’ve had a word hovering at the tip of my tongue lately: Aprovechar. To take advantage of; to make the most of.

For me that meant climbing back into bed, leaving the windows open, not thinking about other 5am mornings or the twirl of clocks at all.


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