Fireworks filled up the night sky and no one paid attention to the silver globe. People chanted and laughed and danced, but all I could do was to look at the moon and wonder if you were looking at it too.
"AM" on repeat and I’m opening a bedroom window. Birds chirping while it’s dark and I have a dust free camera. Smell of sun on skin and I’ve hidden an umbrella. Because everything’s a bit better when it’s April.