Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Harvest Moon
Why do things that seem so far away, sometimes look so near?
A few minutes ago, Buck had been a figure who occupied a space "light years" in her past, now he was here, right here, in front of her--well lying on the ground in front of her, after she'd punched him, again and again.
What's gotten into me?
Lola's noisy thoughts turned to recollections of the golden harvest moon.
It can seem so large and looming, as it perches above the San Gabriel mountains on the late October horizon. No matter how close it looks, she reminded herself, it's merely an optical illusion.
A few minutes ago, Buck had been a figure who occupied a space "light years" in her past, now he was here, right here, in front of her--well lying on the ground in front of her, after she'd punched him, again and again.
What's gotten into me?
Lola's noisy thoughts turned to recollections of the golden harvest moon.
It can seem so large and looming, as it perches above the San Gabriel mountains on the late October horizon. No matter how close it looks, she reminded herself, it's merely an optical illusion.
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