
This took way longer to do than expected. Well I guess patience is a virtue and all that
Winters moon is as summers moon.
Both hang defiantly in the darkness, providing midnight illumination for unsociable travellers.
Both embrace the sweet kiss of sunrise as a signal for departure, the never-ending cycle of day vs night.
Both wax and wane and wane and wax, shifting shapes on the blackened stage of seasons night.