. Oh, peculiar sightWhen a sun draped in soft cloudsLooks just like the moon… . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; The sun setting on Montréal this evening, looking like the moon because of its cloudy night robe.
. As you might remember, last January, Canada’s capital was occupied by a large crowd of people that claimed that they were fighting against the terrible Trudeau dictatorship. (You can catch up here) They wanted all sanitary mandates lifted. They wanted their freedom back. (What freedom? Don’t ask me…) Along the weeks, the mandates were…… Continue reading OMG! They were right!
. Out on a hunt, Under the moonlit skies… I silently howl, Soft muffled cries… Looking up to the clouds My sorrows, I carry. I’m looking for your silhouette In this blurred out city… . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired;…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
. Last evening, already. 🙁 . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; The moon rising over the St-Maurice River.
He moved swiftly, but with confidence… His hands performing a well thought ballet, with an almost chirurgical precision. All smiles, and with a bit of a short breath, as he felt the final result of his hard work coming, he walked around her, checking every subtle detail. Oh, you’re going to be…… Continue reading FFF Challenge – Moon
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Today’s Word of the Day is via Moon — Word of the Day Challenge
Like the moon, I will rise, night after night. Some fuller than others but always shining bright Will patiently pull on your truths, will tide up your lies. Calling for your gaze, through clouds, with all my might… Take your time, rush not yourself for I’ll always be within sight… Yesterday, in your memories. Tomorrow…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
The tender moon’s coo, breaking on the horizon chasing Midnight Blue .
Hold my hand, dearest, won’t you? She wasn’t really afraid, but she felt tension building up, as the light started fleeing from the skies… She knew he wouldn’t leave her until it would be over, and it was enough to keep her soul at peace. Come here… His deep voice was even more inviting than…… Continue reading Eclipse…
Cyranny's Cove 