┊park.

Dressed for the colder temperatures at night, Yutaro strolled through the park, listening to the dead silence, but with more attention, he could hear the rustling of the trees in the wind, the distant bugs hiding in the dark, making a choir of their unique, soothing sounds.

The beta smiled to himself and stopped on the bridge that overtook a small pond where the moon was reflecting in it. Yutaro leaned his weight onto the railing and tilted his head back, big, round orbs in awe at the moon. Every night, he never grew bored of staring at the moon; every night was a new sighting of the moon; how would he ever become bored of an everchanging, glowing orb in the dark sky?

His body ached with that tingling sensation to shift into his moth form, to fly as close as he could to the moon. To fly till he would grow tired. It had been so long since he transformed, and with his medication, he had no clue if he could become a luna moth again. Had he lost his ability and instincts as a moth? Was he now....just a human wanting to fly like the birds and other winged creatures?

The wind gently brushed through his hair and kissed his cheeks; his lashes fluttered shut to remember the days as a kid when he would sneak away and fly all night. Knowing his mother would scold and worry about him the next day. His mother told him over and over again. "Yutaro...you can't shift to your form, you will get badly sick....please don't do it."

Was it worth it to become weak, unable to eat for a week to have that taste of freedom and to be in touch with his moth side? No, she would say being a plain human, stuck on land, was perfect; no, it was the only way to live. But him, Yutaro wanted to be free, to see the world become small below him, he wanted to feel the wind under his wings. It would be worth it; again and again, he would do it. Now....he had lost his ability to transform; though it made him low-spirited, he dreamed that maybe he could learn to fly again one day.

And say hello to the moon, ask how they are up in the sky, all alone, always watching everyone on the Earth live their lives.

takes a little waddle out into the park, bundled up again as I sit in the same bench as I did just yesterday,
leaning back a little to close my eyes with a exasperated sigh

the forecast was a bit of a 50/50 turn of events towards the evening and with the combination of the rain and nightfall, it was a tad bit cooler than usual
burying the tip of my nose into the neck of my coat as I casually stare off into thought-
the sniffles that were minor before were becoming more consistent

crinkles my nose and sniffles a little under the light dust of rain, taking minute steps at a time as I settle by a bench under the only source of light that seems bright enough to
see my surroundings before resting a palm over my stomach, giving it a few subtle rubs with a light sigh.