Longing…longing…for something unexpressed, something unknown. Restlessness paces moonlit nights. Hush of new-fallen snow blankets the landscape. Lifetimes pass as you breathe against the windowpane, steam obscuring vision. The moon halos and dissolves as you watch and listen to your heart softly strumming.
Desire flickers deep in the chest. It longs to express an ancient rhythm. It longs to wing through the shadows of midnight. It longs to flap silky owl wings, up, down, yellow eyes piercing through the gloom unto Knowing.
Feeling icy wind blowing moon shadows around the stars, you dive into a forest thicket. Branches sting your owl-face. Below, a hare freezes in a shaft of light.
Owl dives. Hare dashes.
You blow breath unto the dark window pane, your heart pounding, praying for safety–and the unknown.