050808 / 2018

Time: 1900 HRS. The sun is setting; the skies turning a deep shade of blue. The streetlamps begin to come aglow -- their work from here on is long and unforgiving. The stars strain against the final rays of the dying sun. What then of the moon? Ah, but it had already long been there -- a silvery smile across the bright blue sky. You have to watch carefully; it has often been mistaken for a mere cloud. The moon? It is long ready: eager to have the sky to itself.

Soon, but not yet. For the sun has yet to set entirely. It still peeks cheekily over the horizon, although at present already out of view. The moon will have to wait its turn. By now, it does not show impatience. Years of time has taught it well.

By now, the sky has turned a velvet shade of blue. The beauty stills my steps; I smile. The person who called a shade of blue "sky" clearly has never stepped outdoors. How could anyone ever claim to have reproduced such wonder?

If only...