Meandering down virgin roads and roads that led into others.
The clouds were shifting - the textural brilliance however, was observed only the following morning.
The moon was low, bigger than usual, and almost eerie-
Playing hide and seek, its muffled cameos were followed hastily by long moments of disappearance.
With the moon, her mood rocked between wanton vexation and mellow flatness.
Counting down to spring, she wished to migrate seasonally like the birds do;
For sanity, if not survival.