On my night sky watch this evening I noticed that the moon is almost full again. It seems as if only yesterday it was like a swatch of grey taffeta or a gleaming fish tail dangling, a silver thread hanging over the Burren to the South. How quickly time flies. I went to my parents' grave today to bring my annual gift, a wreath. I had a difficult time sourcing one and ended up finding one that had two gold bells attached. Kitchy. I hastily chopped off the bells and it looked semi presentable. Graveyards are strange places to be especially if one is alone and it can be stranger when the north wind blows so cold that your nose feels like its going to fall off. I pulled a few weeds that had somehow managed to grow up through the white stones. I spoke to them about my life, my writing, the boys, the emptiness that never leaves. When I got back into my car I turned the heater up to high and I put on my ipod on the car stereo. I got to Bach and moved to Joni Mitchell singing Coyote. I turned up the volume and suddenly I was on a freeway, I was wearing wild sunglasses, I was planning to pull into a diner and eat a tall stack of Blueberry Pancakes. I WAS Joni Mitchell as I drove to the vets for the dogs pills and then to the school to drop off my son's Rugby Gear and then I went to sit in the cafe with the salt stained windows right by the beach and had a cranberry scone and a single shot macchiato with double foamed milk. I sat behind the tainted glass and looked out at the sky, I was an anonymous woman with a million words in her head and they spun round and round and round and round and they never stopped.