The Moon in my Pocket

Photo by Burst on Pexels.com The frosted cobblestone street gleams in the moonlight. I step aside not to break the honeycomb of small vintage mirrors echoing the throbbing stars above. The moon smiles on me, like a gold-toothed gypsy about to sweet-talk me out of the last dime in my pocket. The wind is salty, … Continue reading The Moon in my Pocket