Tonight the moon goes dark and comes back wearing red — I've had my spot picked out since the light turned amber. Wine's breathing, candles are lit, and I'm not sharing this view with just anyone. Are you coming to watch it turn?
Tonight the moon goes dark and comes back wearing red — I've had my spot picked out since the light turned amber. Wine's breathing, candles are lit, and I'm not sharing this view with just anyone. Are you coming to watch it turn?
These don't care what time it is — they just keep reaching for whatever light they can find. Kind of admire that, honestly. Want to come get your hands dirty?
The Sturgeon Moon's two nights from turning blood-red and I've decided the eclipse can wait — I've got my own kind of darkness to chase first. Are you coming to help, or just to watch?
Couldn't sleep, so I'm making bread before the sun figures out what it wants to do. Flour on my cheek, this old shirt's given up pretending to cover anything, and the kitchen smells like yeast and trouble. Want to come keep me company while it rises?
The last Perseid of the season just fizzled out against that bright gibbous moon and the slip fell off my shoulders somewhere around the second glass of wine. Come sit in the dark with me before I give up and go inside.
The whole neighborhood's getting dressed up to go out and I'm up here in my cutoffs watching them scatter. The wine's better from three floors up anyway. Care to climb up and join me?
The market's closing up and I've got everything I need for the weekend except one thing — someone to help me carry it all home. Think you can keep up?
The collar's on and the wine's breathing — tonight I'm not asking permission for anything. Are you going to be good for me?
Half the moon's showing tonight and the Sturgeon Moon is still nine nights away — but I've never been good at waiting for things to be full before I start enjoying them. Are you?
Found a vineyard where the afternoon light cuts through the vines like it's showing off. The red in my glass matches my mood — rich, unhurried, and not for sharing with just anyone. Are you worth a second pour?