New moon stars.
New moon stars. The darkness. My feet know the density of the path they travel and travel and travel in the day. Compacted earth takes me where I'm going. Softness beneath my soles means I've overshot wandered. The breeze breathes cool/warm on my cheek and I breathe it in, chest expanding. Silhouettes of corn and trees against marginally less black sky emptiness milky way smudge pin pricks of starlight planes and satellites crossing earth paths.
I stay until I can see the way home.
I stay until I can see the way home.