The fruit of the night.

Tonight, the fruit of the night swinging in the starry sky is finally ripe but on a higher branch, unreachable as always.

You cannot grab it or bite it, but you can taste it if you stick your tongue out. It tastes of warm milk mixed with fresh snow.

The full moon from Vashisht, Himachal Pradesh, India. March 2022.

Date

17 March 2022

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