Challenge: Prosery Monday

Scott Base, Antarctica. You northern people with your bright sun and iced tea. It is winter here. Eight layers of clothing. I sit still and quiet between jobs. No wind today. Be still and be warm. To move stirs the cold eddies. Soon I will leave the tent and observe the insistent instrument. Then back again to be still and rewarm. The ice grows apace turning the sea to ersatz land. Returning penguin fathers will nurse their babies on their toes and shuffle singing in and out of the warm circle. Once, men stole their eggs. Behind the shadow of the volcano a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. Soon no other light but the shifting, slithering green spirits in the sky. Two more red moons then spring will bring bright sun and hot tea on the ice. Home.

I have just found Prosery Monday. More fun! Yes, I know today is Tuesday, but I am a slow reader. And I wanted to make a collage too.
Lillian at https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/20/jazzing-it-up-on-prosery-monday/ has issued a challenge to use the phrase a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills.
It is quote from the American poet icon Karl Sandburg’s Jazz Fantasia. Read it here: https://allpoetry.com/Jazz-Fantasia

The idea is, in Lillian’s words: “Instead of poetry, we take the prompt, and insert it word-for-word, into a piece of prose that can be no more than 144 words in length. It can be what is commonly called flash-fiction. Or we can delve into memoir or nonfiction. BUT, the key is, it is NOT poetry!  There are three caveats for Prosery Mondays at dVerse:  1) we must write prose, not poetry; 2) it must be succinct: no more than 144 words; and 3) we must include the prompt line, word for word, in the body of the prose.”

Here is a link to dVerse: https://dversepoets.com