The wind still swirls but the dust colored canopy has lifted. The moon is large tonight, perfect for an after dark hand jazzing. My outstretched arms appear coated in silver. I am some sort of a machine, metallic and shiny.
The silver coat is widespread, illuminating the trees and ground and everything around. At the same time long shadows are cast, concealing familiarity. The moon refuses to allow me to examine the world on my own terms, instead reveals a different perspective to consider.
Mechanical deployment complete, I carefully step around the mercury and head inside.
Tonight's Jazz Hands had a silver lining. Day one-hundred and fourteen complete.
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