Last night, would have been a month, since the magical night at Overton park. Oh how things have changed. I noticed the full moon this morning, hanging so beautifully in the foggy sky. The was a full moon that night, Friday the 13th, shining so bright. The air has changed, it is cool upon my skin. A touch of an icy feel. My heart has changed, but I am sure it could be a misunderstanding or it could be intuition, guardian of the pure heart. Our social media has changed and again, I have shared so much, he has not. There is nothing to share. Nothing at all. A true observer, this man. There is a haze floating over the pool and it is beautiful. Soon to disappear as the sun creeps up out of the horizon, as it warms the earth. I look down and see my hair dangling, my face so sad. The moments of the morning are my favorite and I have missed them so much. Every ounce of my being is weary. I feel so stuck and unsure today, likewise, yesterday. I have been filled with worry, and with shame and there really is really no reason. No reason at all, except maybe..Time is going by to fast and I cannot breath. I see my reflection inside the pool, face filled with sorrow, hair dangling down. The sun finally risen and I life my face, the warmest bean I have ever felt, like a pure grand embrace. I inhale deep, bringing it all in. Deep into my lungs my belly fills and I release… it all to the pool, to the sun, to the last little haze.