Tsuki

I have a strange relationship with the moon. At times I dread its cycle and its ensuing effects on my hormones (if such a theory has been proven). And then, on nights like this, I cannot help but be drawn to its splendour, in all its fullness and luminosity.

On my way back from work, we played hide and seek. It concealed itself behind a block of flats, a tree, darting in and out of view. As I got nearer to home, it got closer and closer, teasing me, almost.

I stared at it for a while, from my corridor outside. I tried to capture it. But who am I to attempt to steal such beauty?