In the difficult times and the hours of darkness, thinks the moon is the face of the sky in the morning waiting to spit out the sun, sometimes the large round opening, others only a smile and some more closed as if holding your breath. The sky is mischievous, likes to expel jets of luminous slime to the day and after the sip like spaghetti until it becomes dark.
Happy Spring Equinox
Smile and good life
PS This is dedicated to Shingo and all those who are spending a bad (for whatever reason).