Third full moon of spring.
Last season is disappearing with hardly a trail, absorbed into another dimension.
Having established its definitive (includes last, this and next season’s setting for annual circuit) cornering last moon, this season has “seasoned” into a vertical float below its mind’s bloat, where there’s a draw into a centering, still seemingly gentle but incessant, like the swirl of an abalone shell.
This season’s vertical extent tapers 3 times for cognitive, emotive and somatic depths apparently ready to be further drawn up into the centering, for the 3 moons of summer. There is an angled reach, a counter-levering strain, vectored up, across to the right and forwards against the vertical.