The full moon peeped through partial clouds. Before it showed itself, there was only the blue screen of death. I had seen it before, feared it being permanent, but here, this night, the moon saved me.
Each night of the winter I experience it, the closeness, the fear of death. It comes to me in different forms–sometimes it is only cold blackness, sometimes an odd purple, but tonight it was almost calming as a pleasant blue.
Many stories of omens have been written, of death, near death and the finality, and what lies beyond. Does my soul live on, my spirit? A curiosity always, but also feared. This night the moon was my redemption once again.