Full moon nights usually bring epiphanies to me. My soul is somehow more receptive face to face with Lady Selene and I can remember our interviews for a long time.
Yet this day was so emotionally exhausting that a little sensibility was left for the rarely yellowish glare above Juliet's balcony. It had been a real Fool's day for me and I was fed up with anything foolish or fullish. Moonlight sonata playing in my head I was afraid to look at the shiny sphere for more than a few minutes, as I felt I could get overly melancholic.
But when a small cloud hid the moon from my eyes for a while, I suddenly remembered the last real eclipse I saw-in France - the shadow of the Earth covering the moon's face and the shadow of the bandage covering mine...
And from the sea of sentences uttered by my friends during the day one was washed up:
"I'm really glad to see that your eye has been healed completely."
And so I used both my eyes to look at the moon coming out of the clouds, enjoyed the feeling of my mind getting rid of the clouds as well, closed BOTH my HEALTHY eyes and went to a peaceful sleep.
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