It's dark, it's cloudy. It's raining torrents and I sit cocooned in my shelter watching the leaves shrug the water off their waxy selves. I stay inside and watch my world lying in a hazy mist. I can see it spinning, just the way the world was meant to be. But it halts jerkingly sometimes, shudders as if suddenly overwhelmed by the burden it carries around.

But it's a ride alright. A Moonlight ride.