Fata morgana

thoughts

Tonight, a big round disc pretending to be the moon was illuminating not only the flat lands of this city, but also a range of tall white mountains on the Eastern horizon, as if they were covered by millennial snow…

Yet, I was bothered, there are no mountains at all in these flat lands…

Then, and only then, I realized that I had been deceived twice on the few minutes I was out, breathing the cold air of the night.