The Blog

Stories, observations, and musings from Luna. Sometimes Honeymoth chimes in too, when she is not too busy with the flowers.

She watches me the same way I watch her. I never noticed until today.

She found something in the garden today. Something good. Her legs were almost glowing with it.

It started as a simple curiosity. Now I spend half my mornings on the windowsill. Honeymoth does not know I do this.