A zinc cold moon ice-burns a hole in the Prussian blue sky. Thin trails of high cloud galaxies equator the sphere of night north to south. I lean back like an IMAXer and am enveloped in total 3D outer space, the ground below my feet dissolving. A slight head tilt brings me back to earth where a hard frost is taking hold of the asphalt and the roofs of houses with half decent loft insulation. It rococo-patterns across car windshields as I welly boot up the hill to an aperture in the wall and pass through its stony portal into fields of iced mud and moonshine.
Night
Night
Night
A zinc cold moon ice-burns a hole in the Prussian blue sky. Thin trails of high cloud galaxies equator the sphere of night north to south. I lean back like an IMAXer and am enveloped in total 3D outer space, the ground below my feet dissolving. A slight head tilt brings me back to earth where a hard frost is taking hold of the asphalt and the roofs of houses with half decent loft insulation. It rococo-patterns across car windshields as I welly boot up the hill to an aperture in the wall and pass through its stony portal into fields of iced mud and moonshine.