Dear Diary and Lost Souls,
Under the waxing moon's embrace, Gomez paid me a moonlit visit in the courtyard. He wore his signature dark suit, his passion for the peculiar evident in his eyes.
As we gazed at the moon, Gomez and I reminisced about the spring equinox earlier this year. It was a time of balance and renewal, a brief moment when day and night shared equal footing.
With memories of the spring equinox in our hearts, Gomez and I discussed the approaching autumnal equinox and its significance for our Halloween preparations.
Until the morrow, Wednesday