whenever my gf is gone for like a work trip or trip to visit family, i roam the streets. admiring the flowers in the moonlight. sometimes with some tea in hand. listening to a book, album, or podcast.
a night roam is where solitude blooms.
Mosey around with coffee in hand and see what’s up.
Check on the plants
Stare at your bookshelf
Look out the window
Appreciate the nice light in that corner
It’s good night moon but the opposite 🌞
in pre-colonial Ireland (and in modern day) there are these sacred wells that heal ailments. my dad told be about one he went to growing up whenever he had warts. they work! below is the wart well in dungiven, derry.
anyways, saoirse don phalaistín.
