moon, rain, and chandelier
I was drinking some roasted green tea after dinner, about to start a Korean grammar exercise to belay the anxiety that typically seizes me Saturday evenings, and I looked out the window and saw the full moon making its way through the clouds; it must have stopped raining. The chandelier’s reflection seemed comical as a manufactured monstrosity’s attempt to upstage the Second Light. The white vinyl window frame appeared to define the perimeter of triteness men stake out to observe and control nature while never feeling its touch. I would have become depressed, but for the thought that there are 56 more sunny days until Christmas.