14,235 Moonrises Later

14,235 moonrises later. I don’t think I’ve slept through the night once in over 5 years now, so it seems fitting to acknowledge the entry into another year by the rise and fall of the moon.

This spring has seemed to be cold and slow, ruminating a little before finally letting go and committing fully. I have spent the entirety of it in the garden, sowing, plotting, planning and waiting. And breathing. It gives me such breath. The kind of breath you take after resurfacing from a deep, prolonged dive under water.

In between deep breaths, and until the next moonrise,

K

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