These empty months

Nights grew longer, and lights began to shine and twinkle and burn as they only ever did when autumn arrived.

My witch and I were thinking about how all these empty months had been, and how even they had been filled with things, just not the things that had been expected. Not with certain words from or to certain people, not with being places that we voluntarily would never have left.

There had been a certain song that all on the inside could vibrate on, and maybe even find some rest on. There had been running out onto a field at just the right time for everything to turn blue while the sun was setting. There had been staring into the distance and hoping for something to turn up, just something. There was the taste of raspberries, their juice squeezed out of a tiny paper bag and the highway in the distance. And when the blue was all over, the moon and the polar star would take over, and for fewer nights even Jupiter and Saturn and Mars.

„I will always come back to these places that I found during these months, and I will enjoy the feeling“, I had to admit, as we sat next to the wall of an abandoned factory, and watched to clouds play around the full moon. „I was always so sad while being here …“
„But you‘ve felt a lot more than ever before“, Layla added, and it scared me just how good my witch knew me by now. Maybe better than any other person had ever known me.
„Surviving is a lot of fun, until it‘s over“, she giggled.

Surviving was not over, yet.
But maybe something was going to change.
Maybe the silence would be easier to endure, now that the world was darker for a while.
The next attempt of enjoying a hot chocolate would show.