Under the April New Moon, aptly named Burgundy, we indulged in the warmth of red beans and rice, sipping Chambord with dried ice raspberries that fizzled and popped in our glasses. As we watched the ants revive from the earth, their tiny bodies breathing life into its veins, we offered them berries and whispered words of encouragement. These small creatures, busy in their cycle of gathering and nesting, reminded us of the intricate dance of life.
We greeted the ant babies, admiring the strength of the grown ones, and drank in the wind. The leaves scattered around us, breaking apart the remnants of termite scars on once-strong wood now crumbling. Yet, in their simplicity, the termites mirrored the ants. Both played their part in the grand tapestry of life, gathering and nesting amid the fallen debris that nourished the earth.
As the night grew deeper, thoughts swirled like the flurry of life around us. If we could capture this moment in glass, could we stop time? Could we decide that, for one day, the sun wouldn't set or the moon wouldn't shine? And if the ocean's tide never rose, would we be surprised, or would we continue, indifferent, through the grass?
The weight of existence pressed down, questions of worth and purpose lingering. "Have I done enough?" echoed in the silence, a relentless refrain. Stripped of ideology and identity, what remains? In the darkness that contrasts the bright, shiny day, where is the control, and why does the lack of it cause such worry?
Yet, amidst the chaos, a resolve began to form. On the Burgundy Moon, we planted our raspberry seeds, laying the groundwork for a bounty we were determined to claim. The journey turned inward, focusing on self-worth and embracing thoughts of resilience. We stumbled, but each fall was met with a determination to rise again.
In this cycle of struggle and triumph, the promise of a harvest kept us going. The fields needed plowing, and giving up was not an option. As we restored our bliss, we vowed to never back down. The path inward was the way forward, and with that, we found our strength.
"Peace out," I whispered into the night, feeling an unexpected lightness. The journey continued, and with each step, the resolve to never stop never stopping grew stronger.
And so, we carried on, with the Burgundy Moon guiding our way.
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The Burgundy Moon
Fantasy"The Burgundy Moon" is a tale of tradition, friendship, and the enchanting power of shared moments-a celebration of life's abundance and the magic found in the simplest of joys, illuminated by the radiant glow of the celestial Burgundy Moon.
