In the land of infinite sadness there are many things to do with a full moon. Cherry blossoms perhaps, best suited for tears, or driving fast with the top down despite the frigid atmosphere ripping the air out of your lungs. But no, of those I have chosen to surround this night in the sounds of Sigur Ros and the dim light of the dining room hoping that my fingers know the keyboard well enough that I need not light it to find the right letters.

    Of course there being no right letters, nor even words, the keyboard falls silent. The moon still moves across the sky and the music sighs softly to itself...

kendall