12/31

this is your message:

a heavily clouded sky, and the moon one day waning past full, which i should not have been able to spot but for a quickly morphing break in the clouds that let the white light, refracted, halo outwards

fireworks just over the treeline in all different colors

this was an awful year, and you are free to celebrate its close

don't forget that you may always be granted the privilege of a brief break in the clouds.

here's to 2 good years, bitch. i miss you every day.