perfect starry nights. sweet dreams. moon beams. a love that's warm. and bright.

and this time i wasn't imagining it. the full moon really was pink.

i don't care if it's just some atmospheric disturbance like infrared going berserk bouncing off pretentious lights. i don't care too if it's the after effect of tequila sunrise paired with bowls of mongolian. and i wouldn't care less if it's my head playing tricks on me again.

i don't know how it happened but the moon i saw was pink. with a big ring of white stuff around it. and it was one of the prettiest and most memorable full moon i've ever seen.

too bad i wasn't able to share it with anyone except for our crazy dog-killing driver.