The moon begins tonight wrapped in wisps of clouds, electric gray from the orb’s glow. It climbs the sky slowly, lazily, shedding the layers of clouds as it rises higher. There is a star, settled to its right that moves when it moves, follows where its cosmic compass leads.
Now, the moon is suspended above, clearly presented against the deep nocturnal sky. Sheets of clouds rest around it, circling like sky sharks, protecting a treasure bestowed to their care. A smile hangs from its lips, bright and full. It occasionally dances with these clouds, a beautiful waltz of turns and sliding feet of fancy. It leads into a sea of serenity, of revelation and wonder.
Are you looking up at this mystery, this magic moment set before you? Do you feel my sparkling eyes when you see the flickering streams of light searching for you beneath Heaven?
If you have even one breath of hope bottled within your lungs, I beg of you to grasp this glimpse before it slips beyond the night and all that it quietly whispers.
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