Snow on the moon.
Something very ripe in the sky beyond all trees of the world beyond the mountains rose the fruit of night —
— so clear and white. So white and wonderfully exposed. A little foggy ball, a little snowball in the sky, a single white cherry. I’m convinced that it recently snowed over there. I stare and stare, and try to convince those around me that it indeed snowed over there —
— I’ll dream of being unfathomably hungry tonight. I’ll sleep with my eyes wide open so that I don’t forget my late dinner: one ripe fruit with snow all over.
Past midnight, full moon, December 19/20, moonlit snow on the mountains, -10ºC, starry sky, upper-Manali valley, and the chilly breath in my nose.
Life is beautiful.