03/05/2026
Two days after the Flower Moon
and she’s still lighting up the night.
Her glow lingers — soft, steady, intentional
illuminating the parts of me that are quietly opening.
This is the after‑bloom.
The clarity‑settling.
The gentle reminder that the shift is already happening,
even if it’s subtle.
Even if it’s slow.
The Flower Moon may be waning,
but her work isn’t done.
And neither is mine.