A Crescent Moon.
A new mole has appeared on my arm, a fresh passenger. It is in the shape of half-moon, a crescent of melanin painted with a fine brush by an aged hand. A lunar lunar mejor dicho, quizas?
What dermal dance of molecules precipitated this arrival? What new regime in those distant cellular worlds? A melanocytic kingdom, newly formed and hopeful ; young nobles filled with romantic optimism? Or cruel robber barons staining the land with their dysplastic deceit?
I’ll take the former…the approach of a new moon ; a new cycle begins. Una oportunidad nueva y valiente.
So welcome young companion. But be warned, comport yourself well, I’ll tolerate no malignance here.