[EP] As the crow moon flies

[st_oneswidow]

Curnen could not rightly have said what had changed from one night to the next, but at this, the official turn of the season and the full moon shining bright overhead she knew. She knew deep in the core of her being. Slipping out of her room into the night, she relished the feeling of the wind caressing her face and lifted her arms to the sky. Her head tipped back and she sang to the stars.

Oh time makes men grow sad
And rivers change their ways
But the night wind and her riders
Will ever stay the same

In a blink between one moment and the next, she was gone from the ground.

The now familiar harmonica still hung about her neck, it's magic unused as she shot into the sky on shimmering butterfly wings. This was the feeling she had craved for so long, like finally being able to run full tilt after decades of limping. She was flying, and it was all her, and she sang her elation to the black in harmony with the night wind.

Dizzy and almost uncertain in her joy, she did land from time to time wherever she could find a perch. Perhaps it was wrong. Perhaps she was making it up and she really was limited. But then she shot right back up again, whenever she damn well pleased.

She could do this all night.