LUNA | CUARENTA Y TRES
FROM the rice field they walked on—five meters away from the pavement—the road is midnight under the cloud. The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and within its safety, Luna could feel her own soul all the more clearly. It was the softness that called the body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul.
Even though they are going on a mission tonight, Luna enjoyed the evening breeze fanning her face. It calmed and relaxed her somehow. The night beckoned by the stars under the glow of a full moon as the rice plants swayed by the wind.
Nang
