day 109 || unexpected

Earlier had coffee outside a new cafe near the house: Annie Lennox's voice singing in my head: Fingernail Moon. Ah, I love this new release. I swear at 11:11am EST, track 11 opened out on my car's speakers. One of Life's little jokes, little coincidences.

Those who know me, know my obsession with the moon. Crescent, fingernail, harvest, wolf—whatever the phase, or the name, the moon haunts my dreams.

But my point. Yes, there is a point beyond our satellite. I looked down and found a small lip shaped leaf, barely an inch long. Clinging tightly to the sides of this minature row boat sat a labybug beetle. A drop of spotted orange. Symbol of autumn. Of the moon.