Coconut Grove bird song

little time came with little knowledge. yet the woman gives as much is needed to spark distant memory aflame.

moontide. moonspear. moonsong.

moonglow. lómion’s eyes light up in recognition. so, it still stands…?

the sentence trailed off as did his eyes. past the plateau, to uncharted nothingness where old homes may be still.

i lived there once. he spoke to the woman again, yet his attention had yet to draw back to her. i was born there.