I always get tongue-tied during a new moon. My thoughts & mouth out of sync. Or out of phase, like two different people are at the controls, but from different times. 1 from 2 seconds past, the other 2 seconds to come.
The world blurs & melts too. Flavors & colors blended to mud.
All I feel is the quiet thrumming running through the world. Vibrating everyone. Resonant to an unseen force.
I'm just tuned to it until the new moon sets & the next day starts.
#microfiction