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Photos by Aaron Echoes August

Took a late-night walk into the darkness and found the space egg. The birth of the universe left exposed right up there in the sky. I heard animal movement in the woods whilst my soles scraped against the gravel pathway. I was thinking about life and all the creeps out there. That true crime documentary. That voice demanding: “Down the hill.” Then those girls got kidnapped and met their end. How awful. It’s a chiller killer moment. It scares me for some reason.

I reached the top of the hill, and the moon spread its legs like a dime store hooker eating French fries with ketchup and drinking Coke in a Walgreens downtown (when Walgreens used to have a restaurant inside). The moon was big and bright and with the rings around it looked like a vibrant fried egg dangling in the night sky.

I also took a few pictures of the star blanket unfurled up there in the witch black sky. So many points of light pinpricking the charcoal firmament that separates us from Heaven.

The house was quiet when I got there. The cat appeared at the door and I let him in. He ate in the quiet. I turned on some lights and went back outside. I thought I saw someone standing there in the yard. Some sort of mystical being. I fumbled for my cell phone and switched on the flashlight. It was nothing but a trailer. I felt foolish and walked back home.