Starglow Basin Rhinestone Eyes

The botanist slept in the daytime, basking in the sun’s warmth. He had studied the landscape now, traversing the terrain so that he could study the earth, the water sources, and the plants. But he knew that the earth kept her secrets, only to spill them like a lover’s words once bathed in moonlight.

So when dusk passed the man awoke, to find himself in a landscape where subtle changes took place. 

It was not the season for plants to bear their fruit or beg for pollination- and yet in their stature he noted the subtle difference now that they were chilled and deprived of sunlight. Thick leaves which had once relaxed to drink in sunlight now became pulled up, as if to shield the stem from the cool air of night time. 

The chemistry of the plant would be different; he wondered if an herb’s potency would be different if it was harvested in this state. 

He began plucking sprigs of coarse herbs from here and there, and tucked them away in a secondary herb den- so he might later compare their potency to those he had gathered in the daytime. Like the many rodents and insects of the desert, he moved in the moonlight like a busy little creature.